"Sharing is caring", she whispers desperately in her heart
She spreads her flavorful thoughts around, hoping they'll start a spark
She wants to mean something memorable to every soul that crosses her doubt, so she enjoys working hard, and veering her innards out
She shares her loving filaments with an endeavoring society
Yet when her flavors wear thin she steals a glance around her quietly
Angst overwhelming every fiber of her being
She acknowledges that she only has so many flavors teeming
She wishes additional held the same tastebuds
So that tasting her flavors would make them crave 8 tons
Many distaste her love, preventively
Many leave her hanging high and dry
They throw away tea bags, once they are empty
And if only she could help but cry
YOU ARE READING
the sound of my emotions
Poetryall of our emotions make a sound, and this is the melody of mine