You drizzle honey on your words
Dust your voice in sugar and cocoa powder
Fed to all the pretty ladies
Flashing before your eyes
You wipe around the bullshit so gently
We don’t notice the smell
Carefully planned escape routes
You’ve tunneled under I love yous
Around every other delicious declaration
Can’t be too angry as I stand above the hole
Realizing how even in honesty lurks deception
And how uninterested I am
in eating chocolate covered cotton balls ever again.
great example of how the title of a poem means as much as the poem itself.
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