Fri, 01/25/2019 - 23:50 -- Eden S.

I wish she tasted like cherry

A hopeless, cliche, passion

So I don the cherry chapstick

For a bittersweet illusion


Her velvety lips are strawberry

I don't mind strawberry

But HE tastes like strawberry pie

And strawberry jam

So I'm sick of strawberry

I'm sick of HIM



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