Sweet Stale Chocolates
Poem by: ESHerrera
He handed me sweet words
Like they were chocolates
The kind filled with a warm, oozing center.
He handed me sweet words
Like chocolates
But you never know
what you're going to get-
I didn't know if his sweet words
Had gone stale with deception
Or were cracked and dirty with over use.
He handed me sweet words
That still looked so delicious.
I closed my eyes and took a bite,
And I only realized they were bad
By the terrible heartburn that settled in my chest
© Copyright 2016 ESHerrera. All rights reserved.
Sweet Stale Chocolates
Comments
How did you learn to use metaphors and similies so perfectly?! 0.0 I must know! =)
Beautiful poem, by the way. I've read two and now I am a fan.
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Thank you so much!
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