APRIL (30 Days of Poetry)

Day 8

Eight

Plenty creamer no sugar
Makes for perfect coffee
If only love was that easy
Chefs all over the world
Freely dishing out opinions
On the 'perfect' blend of ingredients
Yet someone somewhere
Always has an allergy
To at least one if not all of them

Trust left many with swollen eyes
After being broken one too many times
Friendship laid bare a trench of secrets
Respect was lost along the lines
Passion burned out when things got hard
Communication dwindled to extinction
Love didn't bloom or blossom
Still it survived, barely
Countless permutations but the general formula
Is me, you and whatever strings entangle us

~RC