Poem sixteen
Dime9878
April 23rd
Chocolate milk part two
Thoughts of it always tested good
But in reality it tested bitter
I was never worth the prize of it
It feels so shameful
To drop it all over my hands and fingers
It feels so burning to look at
So painful
But one cup always helps me
To smile to front of everyone
Why should I stop drinking
It helps me to hide
It helps me to stay stable
It’s like a round circle
To desire it
To pursue it
To burn your hands
To make a mess
To think about it again
Like a round cup of chocolate milk
I won’t really explain the inspiration behind this one I think it’s going to be my last poem I think I will stop writing poems I don’t think this poem was worth it I don’t know what I am saying I think I should go to sleep
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