Sour’s Nonsense

[Sour Soul]

Pour a cup of hot syrup on what you love.

French toast.

Pancakes.

Waffles.

Watch how you crave the taste.

How long can you last before you open up to it.

Have it cast your desire burn more within your nose.

See how the steam it gives as you get closer to it.

To beam it with a smile.

Pour more you think.

Drown it and watch it be thick as your feelings for it.

Give it time, to watch it be gone.

It’s too sweet.

What have I done.

Toss it away.

What have I done.

Forget about it.

What have I done.

Time to make anew.

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This poem is stupid. -w-

Fu*k it. It's merely a silly poem after all. XD