Pineapple

We met for a coffee,
You asked for less sugar,
Meanwhile green tea for me.
I can already see our division.

I don’t talked much,
You told me about your family
And your sad past,
You’re not the only one.

I listened to every words,
I felt every breath,
I saw every wrinkles,
I was in love.

Love always torn me apart,
I lost myself in you,
Since the first day,
You stole my innocence.

Then I see you as yellow
As a pineapple on the inside,
You could just be honest to me,
But you’re too afraid.

Taken from my fourth collection of poems – Rose-Colored Boy

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