butter on a pan
soft and velvety

taste lingers in your mouth
makes you crave for more

butter on a hot pan
but with the flames ablaze
a flare
then turns into distaste

- sam

kind hearts and broken souls,
what's going to fill that hole?
anger and betrayal's all we get,
but a little love can make us whole.

once bitten, twice shy.
now we know your sneaky ways.
cunning, scheming, devious, sly,
yet none of them amounts to you.

so crawl on now, you sneaky snake,
with venom teeth you poise to strike.
we'll never make the same mistake,
under your feet we will not quake.

[ s ]