Do you ache for me
The way my love aches
To be held by you
Wrapped up in
A teenage dream
Crying now would
Just be silly
Waiting for you
Practically abysmal
A bottomless pit
Of sorrowful sniveling
Would ruin our dessert
I’m incapable of false
Promises or
An illusive semblant
A tall hat to throw you off
My actual height
Is probably the best
That I can do
And this frosting… please
Have a bite of my cake
© GÄ
Poétique 