I can write for you
Or I can write for me

I can recieve the instant gratific8tion
Or I can release my feels

The rawness and jaggedness and ugl8ness of something unrefined that runs too long and lacks or
Der

If I am to be a collector of confirmation and praise, only one category is permitted:
My own.
I want to 0ractice not eating the marshmallow.

No second chances!
No do-overs!
That is one of the regreatable rules of time.

No more pigtails & pretty dresses,
No more Horsey-back & Piggy-back rides,
No more Tee-ball & Soccer,
No more Marry Poppens & Wizard of OZ,
No more Popcorn & Video games,
No more homework & bed time stories,
No more marshmellow roasts & snipe hunts,
No more sand castles & sand dollars,
No more Sparklers & Pinwheels.

No time to pause & reflect!
It can only cause regret!
Enjoy it along the way while you can.
Everything is temporary.

I look at you and melt.
This feeling, before never felt.
I taste you with my eyes.
Like ******* Jack you hide the prize.
You are to me like sweets.
The kind you lick, and ****, and eat.
A tootsie lolipop.
And in the center- a gumdrop.
When I see you I drool.
Sometimes you make me act the fool.
Your words are honey-dipped,
Remind me of when nectar drips.
Caramel Marshmellow pie,
Your sugar shock, it gets me high.
Your mouth's a chocolate kiss,
Hershey's aint gat nothing on this.

You're sweeter than desert,
The best desert on earth.
The kind that I want all the time,
Until my belly hurts.