The Regrets

With so much passion,

She spread him, on a polished veneer.

The tough whitish fella got unwrapped by her tinge,

He lost himself as she composed him with patience.

She rolled and untangled him,

He underwent the hard abrupt esprit.

As being losing himself, in her creation.

As she embellished him with the accessories,

With mythical flavors, of emotions, he was born out of her warmth.

She slivered him,

with rocker blades as he

laid into peace into the box.

Time Passed, With so much excitement, around him.

He softened for adequate in

stillness within the carton.

Awaiting to be feasted,

By being part of some stranger, 

He withstood the trauma with unsaid happiness in a short-lived world.

Late deceased, story of a pizza!

Life is not a fast-food coated with cheese and toppings we choose. 

It is precious, it does take time with proper ingredients with proper cutlery, and choices of fresh, offsetting flavors, and deportation of unfair juices, to deliver vital nutrients that keeps us thriving in life.

We need to let it be cooked traditionally at times by adjusting the blazes of emotions by hearkening to the experts.

The fast is not always healthy, at the same time while preparing healthy food,

Don't forget the hunger a time-bound buck.

Life exists to be lived. A regret felt by many while nearing death.

Let it be comprehended while living.