Raw coffee beans,
Coco powder straight from the jar,
Bundles of cauliflower stalks,
Straight up ginger,
My own selfish desires.
Everyone one of them is bitter,
Bitterness is my specialty,
I'm bitter tasting, and bittersweet.
Both sweet and bitter,
Emotional and fake,
Thats what I am, every time I awake.
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
