Letters from the old…words so cold.
His frostbite lips manage to put my heart on hold
A harmonious silence dipped in the well of lies.
Mixed with the passion of tomorrow’s love.
Corrupted by yesterday’s heart break.
Blinded by you.
Seen by many.
Good bye sweet heart.
Hello bitter beginnings.
This poem was inspired by the bittersweet coffee that is just steaming away next to me on my desk. The conflict of the bitter and sweet tastes of the coffee makes me drink it more. I wonder if there was another type of taste or sensation that can trigger something like this out of me the next time I experience it. Stay warm, folks!