poptart,koolaid kiss

everyday in my mind it's a Friday,
as my soul dashes on the highway,
grew up with very little,
but still rest well with a pillow,
feeling the pleasure of happiness
when im at my worst i come back to it,
it, the poptart that touch my lips,
the kiss she gives,
i embrace the little things
that give me a reason to live
Poptart to munch, koolaid to sipp,
and her beautiful lips.

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