We were sorrounded by pastries as sweet
As your kisses in my neck, divine.
A smile will always creep on my face whenever
Your hands envelop my body, you're sublime.
I taught you how to unbreak a recipe
That isn't as mellifluous as the choir's voice.
One cup of sugar, a string was made by
Our kisses, I wasn't your toy.
We baked, but you sounded unsure.
A foreign statue of your insecurity appear.
I held the hand that belonged to you
Sweet was the air, it enveloped the place
Cakes were made by us, why aren't you
Satisfied by my icing blue?
Your ever loving gaze broke apart from me
You met hers, and she met yours
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A Poet's Sojourn: His Compendium
PoetryTales of a poet that was saved by another poet: A collection of the poetry I wrote. I was trapped inside an endless void. I'm on the verge of going crazy- who said I wasn't?
