The scent of lemon cake enters my mind,
for the sweet and for the best,
a tough feat to make,
but I know it'll turn out better than the rest.
Twitching slightly at the aroma, to my delight for satisfaction.
It almost brings me into a coma!
At least, for a faction of a second frozen.
Tilted down when I'm disgusted,
and flaring up when I'm pleased.
Always to be trusted,
when I'm at ease.
Helping me whiff the warm air
of the gâteau- waiting for its mend,
as I dance- too happy to care,
with my army friend~
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Love Hate & Everything in Between
Poetrywe all have those words. ones that are best left unsaid. ones that should be said, yet aren't. ones that ruin lives, and ones that save them. here are some such words. words of love words of hate and everything in between ~~~ im rewriting these fou...
