No one knows, what it's like to have a heart made of cake.
It's your party, but everyone wants a piece.
So you cut and you cut, and you give and you give.
Everyone's happy, and then you look down and realize there's none for you.
"Hey where's your piece of cake?"
"Oh I'm sorry, I ran out, let me go make some more."
No one knows, what it's like to have a heart made of cake.
You spend so much time and effort, making sure it's ready to hand out.
You after all, want to impress.
But its your party, and everyone wants some.
No one knows, what it's like to have a heart made of cake.
It looks so sweet, and it smells so nice.
But you hide all the cuts you got along the way with a smile to keep the surprise.
No one knows what its like to have a heart made of cake.
So easily to crumble down, yet takes so much to put together.
No one knows what its like to have a hea-....
Oh there's no more, here let me go make another.
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Collections of The Soul
PuisiA series of poem collections I've written over the years. Writing has always been a form of coping for me, so some of these have trigger warnings.
