every time i tell you that you're sweet
you can't seem to shake the feeling
that i'm not being truthful
or is it you who isn't able to see
how absolutely wonderful you are?
every time i thank you for simply
just being yourself
you can't seem to stop wondering
how you could be worthy of a thank you
you say you're not sweet
but i beg to differ
for even sugar cookies
have a pinch of salt
to make them even sweeter.
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
