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Chocolate Cake
KRose mcaleer
I love him,
Like a bee loves honey.
I love him,
Like Wall Street loves money.
Tears trail from my eyes
My sorrow is not a surprise.
For he does not love me.
Thus, I am empty.
I am losing my breath, waiting
All this time I was painting
A perfect picture of us in my mind
But he did not respond in kind.
Love is like poison: bitter.
But he dazzles me like glitter.
Maybe if I had longer hair,
He would care.
Maybe if I was lovely
He would love me.
My heart beats for his sake
He’s a sweet as chocolate cake.
KRose mcaleer has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of KRose's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of KRose's latest works: