Milk,
No sugar.
Don't sugarcoat me.
I'm not your prize.
I'm your fortune.
Milk,
No sugar.
I want to be loved.
I want to be cherished for,
so I can too learn
to cherish.
Milk,
No sugar.
All I wanted was for you to nurture me.
I was asking for too much, it seems.
Milk,
No sugar.
I love you too much to ask again.
Milk...
No sugar please.
For I have never tasted it.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
