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Chocolate was the colour of Moony’s eyes, All deep and rich, yet light. And staring, I found that I’d realize He’d be all I’d think of that night. Chocolate was the scent of Moony’s skin, All sweet and fresh and warm, That caused my mouth to spread a grin, And strike in my heart a storm. Chocolate was the taste of Moony’s lips, Gentle and hot and deep; And fire was the feel of Moony’s hips, Which next to, I’d fall asleep. Chocolate was the feel of Moony’s love, Unconditional and true; And when through the veil I was shoved, It would remain always, I knew. So, Chocolate is the colour of

I'm afraid of being just another statistic Of the average and working woman count. I set my dreams high and idealistic So that maybe, I can someday amount To more than just the average adult With a spouse, 2 kids, and a pet, And hopefully, that leads to an end result Of a life the world won’t forget. But sometimes, I try to clutch to the dreams Wound tightly between my fingers Too forcefully, until they tear at the seams, Til quiet disappointment lingers Under my soul and beneath my heart, Seemingly hidden away; But really, the point where my dreams start Is lowered now nearly halfway. I suppose that’s a sign to raise my patienc

on this day, i wore my purple bracelet that a mystic sage man gave me during the best year of my life. it said to “please allow yourself to live;” it meant nothing to me that year, during the best year of my life. but that year passed with the summer season. still, that bracelet meant nothing yet, during the ending of my life. on this day, i took my own life with words and the bracelet fell on the ground, and i realized the weight it held. 12.4.13