(I thought this was pretty good but my friend laughed at me so I feel really bad)
I've realised my mistake
That to bake a cake requires love
To make it taste like fireworks of colour
My grandmother always says love is the secret
That so many get wrong these days
That to bake a cake requires love
To make it taste like you are loved
And you are, my dear so I bake this cake for you
My heart poured out in spoons
And my affection turned into an oven to cook
For your cake to mix together we use
Our messy hands and have fun
Messy and sticky and a lot of love
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Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
