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I want to be your chocolate chips.
Frankly, you are the cookie.
You are plain and sweet,
Perfect really.
You accept any topping or ingredient.
She is a box of raisins.
You two could mix
Be a great team
But she doesn't make you pop.
She can't accentuate your true sweetness
Your beautiful simplicity
Your strength. I want to be your chocolate chips
I want to go through the fire with you
Melt into you
Like she never could.
And I want to make you shine
Because the sweetness in me might just bring out the perfection in you.
So I guess what I am trying to say
Is that if you want to have raisins
I could have that cookie too
But I'm really craving chocolate chip.
7-17-14
How many chocolates did this person eat?
If the chocolate was made before the chocolate was eaten.
It melted away through the process of heating.
But, how could the chocolate melt if the chocolate was almost freezing?

Its exposure to the sunrise was apparent,
But, at what time did it leave before becoming disparate?
The time difference was dwelled in effect,
before the chocolate was seen in such repent.
  
Therefore, the state of the chocolate has been pronounced viable.
In the mouth of the person of which this question ultimately relies upon.
In the sense of being eaten once it was made,
while maintaining its sweet composure without heating or freezing away.
  
How many chocolates did this person indulge?
If in reality it was only made an hour before it was divulged!
Only this person could really say,
to relive this encounter one must divulge away.
  
While the mystery revolves around the chocolates dense state,
We must indulge in a chocolate now and allow this question to dissipate.
  
By: Michael M. De La Fuente
This poem was written as a response to a mindful observation of a chocolate covered strawberry.
Heather Elise Dec 2014
When I fell in love with you the first time I was still a fragile flower child with too much glass under my skin for anyone to touch me without hurting themselves, but you showed me that there was also sunlight in my veins and it was warm and golden and it lasted all summer long.

When I fell in love with you the second time, winter was nearly over and my blood was full of glass again but the moment we touched it turned to ice and melted away. I don’t know why you keep getting close enough to touch me and I don’t know what any of this means but I cannot wait to find out, I cannot wait to fall for you again and again and again.
Emily Nov 2014
I wasn't sure
I wasn't sure how
  I wasn't sure how you felt
   I wasn't sure how you felt when your smile made me melt
   Your smile made me melt
  I wasn't sure how you felt
I wasn't sure how
I wasn't sure
Silence Screamz Oct 2014
Put me in darkness.
Put me in cold.
Mind melts from madness.
Leaving me sold.

Take away the crazy.
Take away the light.
Eyes strain from image.
Leaves me to fright.

Grip my reality.
Gripping my mind.
Out of the cesspool.
Nothing left behind.

Diving down further.
Diving down deep.
Under the covers.
Put me to sleep.
Frustrated Poet Aug 2014
Today was celestial
Safe haven I've homed
Your hugs, calmly and warm
Securing me in our own little world
So delicate yet so ardent

Don't loosen that grip
I feel so strong yet so vulnerable at the same time.
Oh, just a brush past my skin,
A tight clasp around my wrists
I melt.

In your arms I find comfort
And in it, a piece of solace
I feel infinite
You made today *ethereal.
For my bae
Poetry by MAN Aug 2014
Tell me your secrets
Let me be your desire
Melt into each other
Burn in passions fire
Tantric touching
Position bodies hunching
Tongue my guide
Feel me inside
Smooth as I slide
Face  a roller coaster ride
Treasures need a map to find
Inside you buried is mine
*** can be a naughty thing
If body is all you choose to bring
Tease me tell me I can't touch
Fuels me..till our bodies crush
Crumbles my heart of stone
Exposed I am a M.A.N of bone
Incomplete pieces gone
Inside you I was all along
******* energy flowing strong
Stroke you short.....feel me long
Built up to a mighty swing
Infinite love is what I bring
Every ****** a new height
Scorpio sting feel my bite
Wrap around hold on tight
Focused energy hitting it right
Frictions heat all is felt
Becoming one as we melt...
M.A.N 7-7-14
Addison René Aug 2014
"you could love me,"
you say to me
as the whirr of the A/C
slips your whisper into my ears
and it must have been about:
55 degrees in there,
but i swear to god i just,
*melted
whirr is supossed to spelled that way, btw
Katie Nicole Jul 2014
-your arms-
          they lift me up
-your words-
          hold me together

but those eyes...
         they melt my heart
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