by The Cowl Editor on August 29, 2019
Poetry
by Grace O’Connor ’22
Smooth and sweet, the chocolate rolls around my tongue
I see happiness and sunlight
The warmness that makes me feel young
As the little pieces of sugar melt on my tongue
I run through the grass with glee
Smelling the fresh flowers
My long hair being whipped by the wind
I don’t care about the passing hours
The chocolate slowly becoming thinned
I look back when the only thing surrounding me was flowers
The ground beneath my feet is cold
The once sweet chocolate left behind a bitter taste
I yearn for the times when I didn’t feel old
When I did not feel a sense of disgrace