You
d
  r
   o
     p
sweet nothings
like candy.
.
.
.
.

Strategic path
down
memory lane
All for a distant
one
night
stand.

Hands graze, nails dig into what?
A lovers muddled kiss
barely old enough to know it could never be like this.

Contemplating for a confirmation
for a misjudged;
m
   i
     ss
       pok
           en
riddle
Yet we speak in tongues,
A foreign conception of preconceived notions.

Tell me, if my lips tasted like lemon drops would you kiss me till the world stopped?
Or do you prefer lips sweet as strawberry shortcake,
dusted with sugar till you teeth dissolve to rot?

Pick a poison
Candy delights wait behind plastic glass
Begging for hands to dip into its curved frame
Which will you choose?
Lemon Drops
Or
Strawberry Shortcake
Each shall take but neither shall give.

Sweet
Little
Nothings
are not meant to mend wounds
only to blur the truth for a short time dear.

© SaraM