On the table, there is a cake
Red in colour, heart in shape
Cherries on top, just like my lips
Clock is ticking, heart is waiting
Midnight, midnight, midnight
Light the candle, blow it out
Two pieces, two plates
In front of me, an empty chair
Clock's still ticking, heart is dying
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
