i am filled to burst
misunderstood
savoury on paper
but with such a sweet centre
you question me at first
for i don't sound so appealing
one bite and you're obsessed
your greedy lips
kiss my hard crust
lick my sugary top
and engulf my mincemeat each day
and then i disappear
and you forget all about me
'til next year
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
i am filled to burst
misunderstood
savoury on paper
but with such a sweet centre
you question me at first
for i don't sound so appealing
one bite and you're obsessed
your greedy lips
kiss my hard crust
lick my sugary top
and engulf my mincemeat each day
and then i disappear
and you forget all about me
'til next year
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