Do you taste
When your words
Spew like fire
When you throw
A pity party
Because you crave desire
When you let your mouth run wild
Like an angry little child
Throwing away
The sweet remains
Like salt rotting the mouth
In which it contains
Where is the love
When a compliment passes by
A breathtaking thought
To just be kind
For the stunning imagination
In the world of your mind
When the magic is so awesome
That it makes you rhyme
To see such beauty
In the sky of your eyes
Like a little twinkle
I see what's inside
Not the shadows
Not the pain
But a lovely soul
That wants to stay
In a world so bright
I will always pray
Bless your heart
Because... Sugar
You are okay
About the Creator
Kayton Hickenlooper
I write to clear my mind. To get out of the fog of daily confusion. An artist by heart. To live, laugh, and grow.
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