We were sitting comfortably in a bowl.
Two eggs out of our shell waiting to mix.
A late night craving for companionship
made us think our sweet tooth could handle it.
So we opened the box and started caking. Started baking
something we've been famished with.
A connection with another person.
Didn't think this desert would leave so many damages.
We preheated the oven to 350. Poured our chemistry in a buttered pan.
I used late nite conversations to convince her I was no gingerbread man.
As our affections rised we looked deeply into each other third eye.
Saw a delicacy, we prepared delicately and the finished product was appetized.
Her personality was icing on my favorite kind of feeling.
Imagine what happened when we realized that this concoction
would cool off an leave us dreaming
...of better times.
We we're quick to put this extra weight on our stomach line.
Now we try to exercise to broken memories and hammer time.
She said I can't have my cake if im eating at another table.
I said I started this dish with 3 ingredients. Ready willing and able.
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