Mollycoddle

by MyHalozChokinMe   Nov 10, 2012


All too rich, too raw, too real-
The delicate palette of life.

Succulent aromas hold memories
that linger on the tastebuds
of yesterday.

Dishes of life indulged upon are
the tossed about mix of delicate,
prescisely measured ingredients,
sprinkled with a dash of hope
and a cup of remorse.

And the final feast?

Savor it slowly,
lest we waste
away in our
overindulgence.

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  • 11 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    This felt really deep. I believe people could relate
    A lot to this, your style is really unique and you never
    Seem to over or under write , just perfect

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