Candy.

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Im thinking i should do it, but im too scared of what would happen, so i cover everything in a thick coat of sugar and call that a dessert.

It can look pretty on the outside and make you think its tasty but at the end is just a gross little thing.

I keep thinking they look good and all of you would love it but its just a big lie i keep saying to myself.

They are just covered in sugar and have all this beautiful colors but they're just a big mistake.

These are the candys i make from my feelings, all covered in colored sugar and cute sprinkles,
but at the deep of my thoughts i know that when you taste the candy a bitter flavor will come out.

I know that when you taste that bitter flavor you're going to spit that candy and you'll see his true form

Its just a rotten sweet covered with colored sugar to make you think you're going to enjoy.

Since you got my feelings my bittersweet candy is going to disolve and that bitterness you hated is being moved to another cute treat

When your eyes start closing and your breathe is getting slower all i have left is that rejected candy i gave to you.

My feelings are getting bottled to make this rotten candy i give to you and and when the bottle gets empty my chances would fade

I would start closing my eyes the same way you did when you rejected my candy and we will be both floating in a sea of dreams.

And then my last candy will be found to give someone the recipe of this bittersweet candy.

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