Chocolate on the inside, chocolate on the outside

Did you ever think, my love,
there was such a thing, for us,
too good to be true, oh no,
too much to be hope, for long.

Did you ever think, my love,
there was such a thing, as us,
locked in a world, our own,
too far gone, to really know,
what was inside and what not.

Did you ever think, my dove,
there was such a thing, as love,
glee captured inside, outside,
too much to be thought, as fun.

Did you ever think, my love,
there was such a thing, as too much,
sweet on the inside, outside,
middle, up, every which where,
chocolate suffocating us.

A/n: Too much of a good thing can never be really a good thing. This one was inspired by a long forgotten conversation. Have a great week you all! πŸ™‚

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4 comments

  1. drewdog2060drewdog2060 · November 12, 2014

    I often think that hell consists of being made to eat my favourite food for eternity. Very soon I would come to hate it. We all need space to breathe and your poem suggests someone suffocating through being smothered in too much love. Spread your wings and fly say I. Kevin

    • anumshafique · November 14, 2014

      That is a very interesting interpretation Kevin. Thank you for your lovely comment, as always! πŸ™‚

  2. amoafowaa · December 1, 2014

    It’s beautiful and well crafted!

    • anumshafique · December 1, 2014

      Thank you so much! πŸ™‚

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