You cut me into tiny pieces,
appetizers for your hearty appetite,
it feels like the same menu
I've been on forever
& I know the recipe.
Yet still I dream of
becoming a tasty dessert,
having an after dinner drink
with the right diner,
toasting the stars.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
You cut me into tiny pieces,
appetizers for your hearty appetite,
it feels like the same menu
I've been on forever
& I know the recipe.
Yet still I dream of
becoming a tasty dessert,
having an after dinner drink
with the right diner,
toasting the stars.
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