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The first bite could taste like a candied cloud,
Moving to a rich collection of unknown spices,
A labrinth,
To follow to a place you might know. 
A taste you might know.
Do you get Deja vu?

So much of the time people think you need to "talk things out" especially if you feel you've failed or they feel you've failed.

Her candy apple hair floats in gravity
With green highlights that are purple in the light
Her big round eyes stare up at you from the bottom of the sea and
What do you say then?
She's the color of the deep now.

Slide your love down the slippery slope of life. 
Even if its on a set of wobbly skis.
Cause there's no other way to get to the bottom,
Where they're waiting,
And watching, 
And hoping, 

She's a color on your color palette.
Too small to stay without slipping off
To fall to the carpeted waves. 
You paint with her. 
A friend so small; you make her bigger,

Love is a porcelain doll.
So easy to break yet so hard to repair,
The chip may be mended, but the scar always there
The doll sometimes discarded, lays far in the rubble
Of a deserted town barred and closed.