Taste

Taste Being on other side of it Half -God, half-thinking piece of brick Made out of stone or cotton soft Being a child of place unknown Different is scary to some It’s not like latte with sweet bun It may be bitter as the lime But getting better with the time A bite now then months of some rest Going back and forth to the end The time when you thought I ain’t you You didn’t know how I’ve fooled you Espresso with no sugar in Black as the eyes sometimes you see Each morning looking at the same Is it not changing or you sha

Author's Note

as I am non-experienced poem writer I wanted to know how does my work seem to the rest of the people while reading it. i would be happy to hear criticism as well

Reviews

[DMS_Dana]

To be honest, I think I get the meaning behind the poem but it seems a little too obscure and hard to follow. I would work a little on the flow between the lines and about the connection between the verses.