A pink cloud of cream sit
on the soft crust
a burst of sugar hits
the roof of my mouth.
This pie is like
my queen or king
so dream-like
fluffy, airy.
Plump strawberries fill
the very top, and
this is still
my greatest thought...
To make this pie
and bring us love.
This ranks up high,
our sweet tooth-gone.
YOU ARE READING
A Peek Through My Eyes 🗸
Poetry"she writes when broken and lost inside, hoping the ones she love read between the lines" Cover by TheGreatSphinx ︱Honorable Mention (3rd) in The Rhapsody Awards︱
