The Taste drowns in my sorrows
Filling in the defeat
Damaging my soul
Ripping and tearing my insides apart
The Taste was bitter
Oh, so bitter and sweet
Majestic even
So pure and altruistic
The Taste was mine
And mine along
I love this Taste
I can drown in it for days
Weeks
Or months even
This Taste has me filled with joy
But have me ever so callow
Have me filled with words that are so drivel and slurred.
When the Taste is gone....
Oh,
When the Taste is gone...
I feel so much lassitude that I just want to die right then and there
The joy goes away
The pain stays
And I am wishing for that Taste
That burn
Once again.
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Obstacles
PoésieObstacles is a collections of poems set in a order that tells a story about about how and what I went through during my freshman year all the way up to my senior year of high school. It has the sole purpose to inspire, explain, understand, and to be...
