Ode to Ferrero Rocher

Ferrero Rocher, Oh chocolate cream
Melts in your mouth like a chocolate dream
Layers of milky chocolate wrapped inside
If the factory shuts down, I will suicide

Walnut chunks in chocolate so fine
Eating so many, it feels like a crime
Wrapped in gold paper, rip it off quick
Mouth of chocolate, divine and thick

Every mouthful, a frenzied bite
Makes me head feel giddy and light
Waves of chocolate simply flowing
If heaven has doesn’t have it, I ain’t going

Boxes and wrappers all over the floor
Munching Ferrero Rocher behind locked doors
Heaven on earth, oh blissful delight
The God of Chocolate has blessed my diet

Showering the world in a chocolate kiss
Oh, Ferrero, its perpetual bliss
Ferrero Rocher, so creamy and fine
Oooh Ferrero Rocher, you?re all mine!

Keep on munching, end up high
Lost in chocolate dreams, I fly
In comes my mother and yanks it away
She took my Heaven! Oh, she will pay

"Enough of this nonsense" she says to me
She takes the chocolates and takes her leave
My tears start to fall so hard and fast
My chocolates becomes a thing of the past

The Name in the Sand

The name in the sand will not last

The waves come rolling high and fast

And washes all the lines away

It will be just another day

The foamy waves, the sky so blue

Slowly fades into memory true

Where sky meets the horizon vast

Melts into the distance, soft and fast

The day will fade and the night will come

And soon those memories under the sun

Will be fading whispers and shadows old

The setting sun glowing like molten gold

One step forth on the sandy shore

The voices, those voices! They haunt no more

Looking back, see the waves crash down

A sweet, melodious, haunting sound

The name in the sand will not last

The waves come rolling high and fast

Fading into eternity forever more

Those wonderful memories let loose, they go

The name in the sand did not last

The waves came rolling high and fast

And the footprints that were left behind

Were just footprints in the sands of time

Broken

Tears cascading down her pretty face
Amidst boxes full of clothes and lace
As I stand there, she sits and cries
I try to cheer her with a few white lies
What is the matter? I do not know
How do I know why she's crying so?
She's sitting there, sobbing her poor heart out
Something is very wrong, without a doubt
I sit by her side and hold her hand
But honestly, I really don't understand
So I open my mouth to say a word or two
And I end up staring at my shoe
I shake my head and wonder why
What terrible thing is making her cry
Tears are falling, hard and fast
I want to do something so this doesn't last
I paced the room, up and down
I stared at her with a little frown
Contemplating, thinking hard again
I wondered what was causing her so much pain
So then I went down on my knees
And asked "What's wrong? Tell me please"
She looked at me with red rimmed eyes
But, yet, I still couldn't realize
What was wrong, again I asked
And handed her some tea in a thermos flask
She sipped the tea while she sat on the bed
She breathed slowly and then she said
"Please don't get mad, don't rant and rail
The truth is... well.. I broke a nail"

Addiction

I say addiction. You say fight it. Addiction can be conquered.

However strong your addiction is, somehow, humans have the will power to fight it.

Drugs?

Quit them.

Alcohol?

Give it up.

Pornography?

Get over it.

Yes, it does seem that addiction can be countered. Addictions. They take control of your life for some time, weeks, days, years. Yet, you can fight it. Resist it. Challenge it and get your life back on track.

But what if your form of addiction is a person? A living breathing human? Can you fight it then? Can you conquer it?

As long as that person takes up space in the most vital organ of your body, the heart, that person is an addiction. Maybe even a life time addiction.

What do you do when the way he says your name is an addiction? What do you do when his smile acts faster than marijuana, to affect your brain?

Why is that even the touch of his hand is an addiction? The way he looks at you, the turn of his head, his sparkling eyes, his hold on your hand...

When they are all addictions, what do you do?

Could you fight it?

Could you deny that longing in your body?

Can you ignore his intoxicating smell?

Can you shield yourself

from the rush of adrenaline in

your system when he kisses you?

Could you confront the feeling of addictive bliss when his mouth is moving against yours?

Is it possible

to be immune to the immeasurable pleasure he gives you when he kisses your neck? Tell me, can you fight it?

What do you do when the object of your addiction is a person? Can you get over it? Where in the world do you find rehab for addiction to a person? How can you love him with all your heart and never feel like you love him enough? How is it that you will ward off the serene calm he gives you when he's around?

How can you resist it?

How could stop your addiction, not indulge in it when he loves you more than anything? You tell me, can you stop it?

I say addiction. Do you still say fight it?