The cupboard of abundance

the cupboard of abundance lies
abandoned these days
consumption
is seen
as
sin

Different tastes

he
was
hungry
for her – she
on the other hand
had no appetite for his games

regretful happenings often
in their aftermath
are cause of
endless
sweet
pain

some
truths
remain
hidden – some
are triggered by time
to reveal their true character

I
don’t
like to
hide things from
her – it’s for her good
what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her

the
wound
healed but
the sting of
rejection serves as
reminder of my impudence

the tornadoes of my thoughts
want to ruffle your
silken hair
and watch
you
squirm

I
tried
to add
my story
but failed to add a
thing to the pages of perfection

tell
me
a lie
once again
the truth often hurts
cannot handle one any more

I
can
only
write about
stolen sentiments
never experienced real love