Jun 2018
Bitter sweet remnants of my adolescence
Make blue lumpy goo in the corners of my mouth
Purple teeth surrounded by a blood red smile
Candy never lied to me
Sticky wet rich peachy blocks of sunshine and sliding board joyfulness
Perhaps the only truth that ever graced these lips were chocolate covered
And I burped them all out
Cradling an aching stomach before supper time
Too much sweetness rots your teeth and comes out in streams of painful brown spit
The truth is always more destructive coming out then going in
These plastic wrapped morsels can **** you
So, as teary eyed children, with our tails wagging lowly in between our knees
We leave the candy shop
Make blue lumpy goo in the corners of my mouth
Purple teeth surrounded by a blood red smile
Candy never lied to me
Sticky wet rich peachy blocks of sunshine and sliding board joyfulness
Perhaps the only truth that ever graced these lips were chocolate covered
And I burped them all out
Cradling an aching stomach before supper time
Too much sweetness rots your teeth and comes out in streams of painful brown spit
The truth is always more destructive coming out then going in
These plastic wrapped morsels can **** you
So, as teary eyed children, with our tails wagging lowly in between our knees
We leave the candy shop
As children, we are shielded from the truth, and so we stuff our faces and live carelessly without any fears or foresight of the future of adulthood. Life seems galaxies away from the playground. Until we throw up all the candy we've eaten and discover the saddest truth about life tightly wrapped in a candy wrapper called consequences.
