Tasteless
Love is not cruel
and bitter on the tongue
It is patiant and flavorful
you were nothing of the sort
you left my mouth dry
begging for something I could savor
I gave you love in a variety of flavors
you had net yet experienced
I was the one who enhanced you pallet
you just handed me an empty plate
and insited I eat
I decided I had gone hungry long enough
so I moved on in hopes to find my full course meal
someone who can enhance my pallet
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