I packed my bags, booked my Bus last minute,
To meet a girl I'd known all my life but never met in real life ,
But fate had plans I couldn’t foresee,
As she mourned her Nana, far from me. I was left alone to roam through foreign streets,
was Stopped at the border, detained in the night,
The officer smirked in the moon's dim light.
She pointed to my skin and called it Nutella,
But I laughed and said to myself , "Who doesn't love a boy made of chocolate, "
I shrugged it off, wore my pride like a crown,
A black sheep , in a faraway town.
In the end, I found you when I least thought I would,
With so much to give, more love than I could.
You worshipped my spirit, my body, my soul,
Together, two chocolates, made into a whole.
Your skin, like white chocolate, soft and sweet,
Mixed with my darkness, our flavors complete.
An exotic blend, so rich, with a little hint of your favorite grape fruit,
You showed me what love could feel like, feel right.
But soon my time here will reach its close,
Like a traveler’s journey, it’s time I must go.
As I hold you tight, and kiss your forehead.
I whisper into to your ears wishimg you that you find love in the days ahead.
Maybe I will too, maybe someday,
Maybe soon, maybe soon
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Whispers of the Heart / Poems
Puisi"Whispers of the Heart " is a poetic journey through the depths of love, loss, longing, and self-discovery. Each verse is a whispered confession, baring the soul's most intimate desires and sorrows. From the ache of unrequited love to the euphoria...
