How I love this delicious sweet!
So intoxicating is this treat,
That all who glance
Soon learn defeat.
I watch it motionless behind the glass
How I wish I could walk on past!
Alas, my tongue has stuck to the glass
Another invisible barrier
The comforting curse, the sweet sorrow.
We all long to find our tomorrow.
With it’s sugary coat and dripping enamel,
Makes me wonder how I could poison myself
With such a sorrow, as tomorrow.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
How I love this delicious sweet!
So intoxicating is this treat,
That all who glance
Soon learn defeat.
I watch it motionless behind the glass
How I wish I could walk on past!
Alas, my tongue has stuck to the glass
Another invisible barrier
The comforting curse, the sweet sorrow.
We all long to find our tomorrow.
With it’s sugary coat and dripping enamel,
Makes me wonder how I could poison myself
With such a sorrow, as tomorrow.
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