to compare life to
cotton candy
something soft and
teased and stringed out into
a winding ball of fluff
how many of our pleasures are superficial?
how many of our favorite moments are
an overly sweetened facade?
life shoves an incessant hand
towards us
pulling and pushing at
every turn
i can taste the mass-produced flavor
in my head
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hebe's garden
Poetrystep inside the garden of youth, where the flowers have the softness of a baby's flushed cheeks, and the petals taste of sweet, sweet summer. step inside the garden of youth, where, when night falls, the stars are not so kind.
