3d
I remember a teacher telling my mother
That I was
"One sweet cookie"
And she was right
My father was the scorching tea
He grabbed from my comfortable bag
Loved me in his
"Unique way"
Left me soft
Feeling like it was finally olay
Then
Took a big bite
With his ***** mouth
And broke me
And after all of that
He thinks he can just buy a new pack
How wrong
Can he be...
That I was
"One sweet cookie"
And she was right
My father was the scorching tea
He grabbed from my comfortable bag
Loved me in his
"Unique way"
Left me soft
Feeling like it was finally olay
Then
Took a big bite
With his ***** mouth
And broke me
And after all of that
He thinks he can just buy a new pack
How wrong
Can he be...
(this note was written by a pasta noodle so big it could fit 100 people. They would eventually give in and eat it through. It was sad for the noodle.)
