Sweet Taste

Rejection is difficult and love is a hard emotion.

"I'm obsessed,
It's a mess,
My mind is here nor there
No less,
I'm trying my best"
She confessed.

"I know,
It shows
In the pale Moons glow,
But my love
Doesn't flow
For you"
Whispered his echo.

"Then why,
Didn't you shy
From my
Pleading eyes?
Despite the lie
This fool, still
Wants to fly"
Her voice trembled

His response:
"A sweet taste
Often, causes...
Irrational haste.
You're the waste,
Merely a pretty face.
And, what good
Ever could
Come from that?"

Author's Note

This one is more of a personal one so not much effort went in to it. As always, feed back is still deeply appreciated. Enjoy!!

Reviews

[emmajoy]

To me, this reads like pain hidden in comforting irony or perhaps a bandage of perverse wit. The finish floored me - ouch! that last stanza has a sting in the tail of a tight and clever literary offering.

[thumbelina]

Yeah it was written with a lot of bitterness which creeps through quite obviously despite trying not to be so bitter. Thankyou for the review! :)

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Theres just something about it that strikes my fancy. I"m infatuated with with it.

[thumbelina]

That's lovely to hear, Thankyou so much!

[My_Obsidian_Eye]

felt this one personally, this one stands out for me over the others, i look forward to reading more.

[thumbelina]

Thankyou!! :)