She is sweet like sugar.
No.
Sweeter than strawberries dunked in sugar.
She tastes so good. She is the taste of the air as you open your mouth to let out a big cloud of laughter.
She’ll give you a bellyache because you just can’t quit taking her in.
Your teeth will ache as you take another bite out of her peachy smile.
You are running out of room in this cup but you just want to be surrounded by the flavor of strawberry kiwi.
Now you are beginning to puddle on this wood table as she pushes you out of your own cup.
Soon you’ll be absorbed into the wood because no one is going to notice this spill in time to wipe you up.
You’ll just be an unsightly mark on this table where the wood swells with your sadness.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 6:23 AM UTC
She is sweet like sugar.
No.
Sweeter than strawberries dunked in sugar.
She tastes so good. She is the taste of the air as you open your mouth to let out a big cloud of laughter.
She’ll give you a bellyache because you just can’t quit taking her in.
Your teeth will ache as you take another bite out of her peachy smile.
You are running out of room in this cup but you just want to be surrounded by the flavor of strawberry kiwi.
Now you are beginning to puddle on this wood table as she pushes you out of your own cup.
Soon you’ll be absorbed into the wood because no one is going to notice this spill in time to wipe you up.
You’ll just be an unsightly mark on this table where the wood swells with your sadness.
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