My name was like warm chocolate,
with the way it easily slipped with a smile through people’s lips.
Short and cute,
a soft lithe, to the way they said it,
the way it meant.
A slight caress that envelops me in it’s sweetness.
To the days where my kindness turns bitter,
when the near thought of my name is dry.
Names mean a lot,
like how I say yours, is different.
The way I say it,
makes you mine.