Box of Chocolate

A darkened heart meets one still white.

Pious pride leaves you overcome,

With the sense of feeling

Not price of deed.

Each piece is revenge tasting bittersweet

Like chocolate

You melted into their palms

Tricked by child's lies

And flirtacious qualms.

Not even an aliby needed,

For no remorse or regret is present.

Sweet success to be

And chicanery as your pawns,

A game until you take the king

Of hearts in your box

Where pursuers of decrepit love and spite

You collect

A memoir of the could haves, should be's...

You pay your last respect.