By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
French fries, burger, and coke—my cache of hope,
A meal of gold, a whisper of sweet surprise.
My first bite, a taste of heaven—it helps me to cope,
It dulls away all my strain, a fizzle of sunrise.
The melting cheese, the burger's grease—a healing calmness,
A tender touch in my heart, a sumptuous promise.
In every sip, in every bite—shadows fade away,
This treasure feast, my heart and soul happy sway.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
French fries, burger, and coke—my cache of hope,
A meal of gold, a whisper of sweet surprise.
My first bite, a taste of heaven—it helps me to cope,
It dulls away all my strain, a fizzle of sunrise.
The melting cheese, the burger's grease—a healing calmness,
A tender touch in my heart, a sumptuous promise.
In every sip, in every bite—shadows fade away,
This treasure feast, my heart and soul happy sway.