What is it?
Oh how far it seems
Why can't you be here
And dance with me
Of you I think
Every single day
Sometimes I'll glance at a taco
And my steps steer astray
When I dream of you
Of your delicious taste
Had I not wanted better health
You wouldn't of been waste
I promise to you
I promise many things
Had you been a human being
We'd have rings
I must let you go now
Time is running out
But I'll pick up some fresh ingredients for you
Those that have just sprout.
Pizza
YOU ARE READING
Indulgences
PoetryIs there anything in life that you feel has you on a chain? Is there anything in life that you feel calls you from your inner being? If you ask me the same questions, guess what I'll say? I'll say "Yes". And that which calls my name is... Pizza!
