Dried up.
Have no more life in me.
Soft and delicate,
You are.
These cookies are my favorite.
Hope you haven't given up on me.
Laugh is unappealing.
Lifestyles going chaotic.
Raisins disliked, not favored.
Oatmeal: soft, loveable
How do you still get to be my cookie desire?
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoetryPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
