Wednesday, July 30, 2008 10:08 PM '

Hot Chocolate

I had the inspiration of this because my bestie loves chocolate whenever we had our starbucks. Somehow the word chocolate hits my mind and i wrote this. Next day in starbucks, Mel commented it as corny.

It was near christmas,
A girl was sitting by the window,
In a coffee shop,
With a cup of hot chocolate.

Starring at the streets of paris,
Couples walking around,
Hand in hand,
With roses in one of their hands.

Looking accross the street,
Under the lamp post,
Couples kissing each other,
A romantic sight to all,
But not to her.

Never has she ever held,
A hand of a man,
Nor kissed,
The lips of a man.

With only a cup of hot chocolate,
To accompany her christmas nights,
Warm her heart,
And to make her forget the word "love".

Thick chocolate,
Slowly sinking ,
Down the throat,
Not to be tasted,
But swallowed.

Her senses were so numb,
She could not feel,
Nor did she even think she could,
For all the hopes and dreams had faded ever since her birth.

Love is to be felt,
Not to be wasted,
Afraid not what is in front,
Bother not looking back the past,
Unpredictable as the show goes on.

A cup of hot chocolate,
To remember the bitterness of everything,
The source of sweetness after much tender and care,
To prepare this perfect cup of hot chocolate,

Hot chocolate,
Warming and sweet,
Like love,
Why couldn't she just taste it before she swallow?