icing
the baker rolled the dice, i see you see me as cold as ice
one word from you, and i started to melt
maybe this is something worse than death
after years alone, your words gave me spice
i sticked to something sweet, youre the cake
perfectly standing waiting to be eaten and shown
by the girls in the line while im here being thrown
my feelings are as slippery as the water, maybe i slipped and fell on the long layer
i started to be attached during the cruel summer, it's hot
but youre making feel cold during some nights
now im unsure if i should keep it, this cake is too mixed to bite
but hey, this is the first time a person showed interest to me
so should i risk it? why not?
YOU ARE READING
everything, everything, everything
Poetrymy thoughts turned into poems hoping that other people can relate. interpret them well.