Chocolate

I found you once,

Inside the kitchen.

You started this,

Insane addiction.

On the bench,

Was where you stood.

The taste of Chocolate,

Sweet and good.

   
     

      

I found a substance,

Which helped me beat,

This addiction,

However sweet.

Not indeed,

The force of will;

But a Rainbow,

Coloured pill.

   

Although this drug,

Is so sublime,

Unfortunately it,

Makes me rhyme.

I'm addicted,

And I know it.

But maybe I could be

A poet.

[So, I haven't posted anything in a long time. I found some poems which I wrote a long time ago, and I thought while I haven't written much lately I'd share some. I wrote this one in Primary School and I thought that you may find it amusing. (Some of the poem's I've put up previously are also just one's that I've found from a long time ago.)]