At the bakery, the sweets I've needed all this time,
You take in the colors and the Bakery's 'open' sign.
You cut up a pastry filled with chocolate chips,
I can't wait to eat, imagining pastries on my lips.
Pinks, creams, and browns you see on the wall,
This bakery's better than a trip to the mall.
A supermarket's selection or a restaurant's dish,
Couldn't fulfill a bakery wish.
I love it so much I could work here one day.
I honestly wouldn't have it any other way.
The looks of the icing, the dips of the batter,
Taste these sweet pastries, then nothing will matter.
A glistening bread, because it's covered in butter.
Five senses on sweets, a feeling like no other.
With how I talk about it, you wouldn't be able to tell,
I'm upset I'm sick, and can't smell the smells
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🌙 Atlas' Side: A Feeling or Two
Poetry Class Poem Book
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