Two years ago, We met in the kitchen, we were looking for a food,
We are happily eating together as we are peers without fears,
Suddenly, a year after; the taste of disagreement was baked at that kitchen:
She was after for the chocolate spread, he was after for the ube jam
He was after for the liver spread, she was after for the mango jam
I was after for the blueberry spread, she was after for the strawberry jam.
The argument ended, by agreeing for the chocolate spread,
I thought, we have the same taste;
Until, the milk spilled the truth:
Our bonds were prematurely baked,
Our combinations are not meant to be mixed.
Recently, I left the kitchen, without fears of losing some peers.
I left the kitchen, because I have learned from my tears.
My tears being with the paste peers.
Now I have no fears, except for the basket of pears,
I left in that kitchen.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Puisi-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
