the morning is dark, cotton-candy fog hanging over the city. through the fog, lights glow. well and truly entranced, i inhale the sweet air. someone is burning pine. as i get in the car, i wish you were here.
shimmer-enhanced eyes and smooth sweet gloss; see what you wanted me to be stealing some small scraps of my personality.
you're too sweet to handle. on your own i might not like you that much. you are better suited to being paired with another piece. on my own you might not like me that much. maybe i need to be paired with something too sweet. together though that is when the magic starts to work.… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Sugar