As with any cloying flavor,
It would seem you've had your fill.
Sugar sweetness had its way
but now you spit the swill.
You took all that I had to give,
You barely stopped to chew.
Our cake sat atop a pedestal
Left to stale
One of the few.
Now we're left with crumbs on bedsheets
And cavities of the heart.
A sweettooth brought us together
But hunger tore us apart.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
As with any cloying flavor,
It would seem you've had your fill.
Sugar sweetness had its way
but now you spit the swill.
You took all that I had to give,
You barely stopped to chew.
Our cake sat atop a pedestal
Left to stale
One of the few.
Now we're left with crumbs on bedsheets
And cavities of the heart.
A sweettooth brought us together
But hunger tore us apart.
Just some negative reminiscing.
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