I whisk your words into a bowl,
Some warm, some cold, none making whole.
A dash of hope, a cup of maybe,
Sugary looks that drive me crazy.
You laugh like sugar in the air,
Then leave me guessing if you care.
A pinch of doubt, a swirl of ache,
All folded in this love-struck bake.
The batter’s thick with things unsaid,
Sweet smiles dancing in my head.
Your glances glaze, your silence shakes
I’m baking truth between the flakes.
The oven hums, my patience at stake,
Mixed signals rising in the cake.
If love is real, then let it show
Or this sweet mess will never grow.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 10:12 PM UTC
I whisk your words into a bowl,
Some warm, some cold, none making whole.
A dash of hope, a cup of maybe,
Sugary looks that drive me crazy.
You laugh like sugar in the air,
Then leave me guessing if you care.
A pinch of doubt, a swirl of ache,
All folded in this love-struck bake.
The batter’s thick with things unsaid,
Sweet smiles dancing in my head.
Your glances glaze, your silence shakes
I’m baking truth between the flakes.
The oven hums, my patience at stake,
Mixed signals rising in the cake.
If love is real, then let it show
Or this sweet mess will never grow.
