Cookies.
Cookies and cream.
Cookies and vanilla spice and pink frosting and candles.
Cookies and it's a Friday! go have fun
Cookies and pumpkin spice and crisp autumn days.
Cookies and I'm going to scare you half to fucking death. Trick or treat!
Cookies and merry Christmas, gingerbread houses built for me.
Cookies and the new year, getting fucked up with a shitty fortune and a new beginning
Cookies and I can't cope with Fridays.
Cookies and just one more to make it go away
Cookies and it can't harm me or anyone.
Cookies and maybe this is my only true friend.
Cookies and blood stale stains on the floor
Cookies wrapped in pretty ribbons, passed to you on a bedside table.
Cookies and your hopes wishing to get well soon.
Cookies crumbling, after going stale next to the wilted flowers.
Cookies left at home for only God can save them now.
Cookies and why can't you just please take them.
Cookies and it will do you good to eat food.
Cookies and cards bought on that pink frosting day.
Cookies, laid out on the table; next to wilted flowers and pink frosting.
Cookies and "those were always her favorites!"
Cookies and black coffins, lowered down into the depths.
Cookies and cream.
Cookies and... I can't
Cookies and... no
Cookies and stop.
Stop.
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Poetry. Dark.
PuisiThis collection of poems is dedicated to anyone who has tried to live but events have led them astray It is a mix of dark, somewhat rediculous and poems of the heart, all written to help myself get through the last couple of months Some of these poe...
