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Author: dangle*my*feet
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Poetry/Poetry - Published: 08-24-03 - Updated: 08-24-03 - id:1388714
Have you ever noticed
that
when you open a bag of chips it's only half full?
They taste good,
But they're bad for your heart.
If you eat enough of them, it can stop beating.
he was a bag of chips...
ranch, I think.
He had that
subtle
country
tang
that drew me like a moth to the flame.
sweet and salty,
you know?
but he was never all mine.
I didn't know it
until
the end...
And just like the chips I've compared him to time and time again,
He broke my heart.
And yet,
I find myself missing the satisfying crunch
of love.


© Copyright 2003 dangle*my*feet (FictionPress ID:371406).


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