Music fills the air,
with the scent of chocolate.
Lights flicker around me,
light covering up the walls,
decorated with images of stars
like a sky of what is, but can't be,
and old dreams, romantic dreams.
With the scent of peppermint.
Inside jokes and pizza,
cards and words that,
could have been left undefined.
But it's more fun that they are,
memories of Chloe,
of Rocco, of William,
of attempted forgiveness.
And the crisp, overpowering,
flavor of peppermint hot cocoa.
Sometimes I stare,
wondering what waits,
when the mug is empty.
When all things boil over,
nothing to distract myself.
And my forgiveness falls short,
and the apologies.
Fall shorter.
Shorter than the life,
of a freshly made,
cup of peppermint hot cocoa.
YOU ARE READING
A Life of Metaphors - Stormy Thoughts
PoesiaA book of poetry that I have written. Not all of it will be happy. A lot of what I write is slam, but I don't have any videos of them being performed
