Jenny
It was said life was a box of chocolates
Never to know what you will get
Surprises around every corner
Tasting the perfect one, congrats you are set!
But wait... that sweetness is fleeting.
A rip off from a dealer, happiness that is a loaner—
L O N E R, my bad for mistaking the too—
It won’t happen again, I promise two...
I won’t simply fall in that trap with you.
Dragging and clawing, or holding and hugging?
What’s the difference? The eyes of the beholder?
Isn’t that the beauty of it all? Love.?
Simple but so complex
Love or chocolate? who knows nowadays...
Fickle than most, but falling for anyone who loves pickles.
Rare but yet not, an imbalance of perfect equilibrium
Laughs, smiles—turned frowns, bickers.
Pickers, is what was said
Yet I messed... I mean missed—
Stumbling over words, like a kid with loose laces
Desperately I reach to PICK HER
The perfection that is meant to be.
It’s within reach! Can’t you see?!?
It was said love was a box of chocolates
Never to know what you’ll get
Surprises around every corner
Tasting that perfect one—had a little burn too it
Was it rum or henny?
Vodka or tequila?
Always a chaser too that chosen chocolate
I know who is my Jenny
Do you?
The misuse of certain words are actually placed there on purpose. Please enjoy.
