Feb 26, 2013


comfort foods can kill-cure the problem

Displeasure bathes in words of hurt, less cheek to cheek,
and half hugs
Roasting and toasting, exhausted from ill feelings- a bitter taste
Making haste in the sore muscle of the heart
Not smart enough to learn, still it's not to late
to learn a healthy lesson
So caught up in displeasure, deciding contentment is a legend
Written in the pathways, yet a redirection is the crosswalk
Like the dried marshes behind the earlobe- piercing
No need to hoard the pleasure because life left you in fear
Eat a cupcake , drink a beer and succumb to a jolly idiot


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