My heart is sticky
And too sweet
Just like honey
If you touch it,
You'll take a piece of it away with you.
My mind is sticky
And too sweet
Just like maple syrup
If you touch it,
You'll need soap and water to scrub it off.
My body is soft
And too delicate
Just like a flower
If you pick it from the ground too early,
I'll never grow back the right way.
My writing is personal
And too in-depth
Just like a novel
If you read it,
You'll want to put it back in the shelf.
