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I wish I had some melancholy memory Of a romance, long since passed When a sad song comes on Talking about the way things used to be My brain goes blank The memory of being madly in love Should evoke something sweet like soda Every particle, touched and tickled Just cold enough A bite, on the lip Enticing the next sip Feels like drugs, all the way down Pulling away, pursed and sticky, you know youll remember The way that pop popped you way back when And a thirst for it started Everything goes better with a cola A cigarette, sickening and deep, made fresh by that sugar Whisky, rusty and virile, turned young and naive with that fizz A good meal, made decadent, with a lick and twist of bubbles It should, but it doesnt All I seem to recall Is feeling as each and every bud on my tongue Where the seed of your taste was firmly planted Is scorched Cindered Conflagrated Charred So the only taste is ash I remember distinctly the three times I was severely burned One, I was making cup noodles Two, I was making food for your trifflin *** Three, when you made me tell myself that you dont love me anymore So when a sad love song comes on Instead of that sparky, stingy, sugary stuff I get that fructose, sucrose, glucose, rhymes with gross, kinda **** I learned all too late, that **** like that, is the single worst thing you can put in your body So whenever I crave to recall The taste of bittersweet memories Whispered to me through the turn of a cap I just think to myself Soda is **** water is bliss
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Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
Soda
I wish I had some melancholy memory Of a romance, long since passed When a sad song comes on Talking about the way things used to be My brain goes blank The memory of being madly in love Should evoke something sweet like soda Every particle, touched and tickled Just cold enough A bite, on the lip Enticing the next sip Feels like drugs, all the way down Pulling away, pursed and sticky, you know youll remember The way that pop popped you way back when And a thirst for it started Everything goes better with a cola A cigarette, sickening and deep, made fresh by that sugar Whisky, rusty and virile, turned young and naive with that fizz A good meal, made decadent, with a lick and twist of bubbles It should, but it doesnt All I seem to recall Is feeling as each and every bud on my tongue Where the seed of your taste was firmly planted Is scorched Cindered Conflagrated Charred So the only taste is ash I remember distinctly the three times I was severely burned One, I was making cup noodles Two, I was making food for your trifflin *** Three, when you made me tell myself that you dont love me anymore So when a sad love song comes on Instead of that sparky, stingy, sugary stuff I get that fructose, sucrose, glucose, rhymes with gross, kinda **** I learned all too late, that **** like that, is the single worst thing you can put in your body So whenever I crave to recall The taste of bittersweet memories Whispered to me through the turn of a cap I just think to myself Soda is **** water is bliss
I write about the feels because I dont yet know how to convey my complete disgust with the social atrocities that have plagued this country over the past year or so
#stupid#heartbreak#memories
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Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
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