uncooked (not beautified)
not preserved (not prepared)
not even tasted nor loved
i let you see the me,not what i can be
hoping you'll like something subtle
quite, you can label love without knowing what is
aye trying to fit in though never had a chance
to duplicate your padlock key
i loathe myself for isolating from who i really am
just to be with you
you always taught me to be pretty
in the way that'll consume me
stupid,
i let you take me out of the fridge
without an idea you'll give me much significant coldness by seeing you indulging in others fire.
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Call Me Bacon
PoetryFamiliar with the story of egg and bacon? Wherein the hen is involved and the pig is committed. Way too similar with this poetry. The only contrast is, there's no such chicken and egg. Only the stupid pig who let herself be caught. And turned out to...
