It tastes like sugar. My mom told me, when a spoonful of cough syrup fought its way into my lips. Sugar...is in the air I would say, when the sun shone brightly.. on a summer's day. I long for sugar. I'd hear in my mind. When the essence of loneliness trapped me.. in my own prison. Sweet is the sun like sugar on lemonheads. When I feel in need. Sweet is the moon, when I taste it in the cold, night air. Sugar. So sweet. So beautiful. So misunderstood am I. I think I'll go now.. take a walk, taste the sugar in the cool night air, and dream of lemondrops and sugar cubes dancing in a peaceful aura of love. Sugar.. Hmmm.
Reason for writing:
Please, if you don't like this poem, I understand. It is not really about anything. Just random thoughts. I don't need to hear bad comments, because I know that it is bad.
Birth sign: Aries
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