I devoured the last cookie It submitted to my tongue so quickly Delicious and soft destruction sweetie Yet there is no shame, I am powerlessly coy Bonded to my water-retention joy Wait until your stare can see My new lace ******* and underneath
hold on to your opinion, fight for your vote, free yourself from self imprisonment, imprison yourself in selfless things just dont become selfish swim with the tide but dive where the crowd does not Sleep when the mind wants you to and live when the timing seems right
I focus so much on that tiny piece of paper that comes in every little cookie And when I don't Get that little piece of paper My day is ruined and nothing seems to matter anymore Why do I rely on such a tiny piece of paper? Generalized for the masses To give me something to look forward to. This means nothing But it meant something in a moment, and it could have meant something so much more If it were in the cookie.
Fortune cookies are good until you open them and there's no fortune inside.
I take a bite of a ginger and chocolate cookie and chew pungent ginger and sweet chocolate; soft crumbly cookie pieces roll over my tongue as I chew; my mouth waters and the flavours of spicy ginger and delectable chocolate mix in my mouth.