You remind me
Of a pastry.
Before you were baked,
You were bad
But you were good.
As time came to pass
And the heat of the oven
Baked all of you,
You were still good
But a little bad.
When it was all done,
All the cracks showed.
But you were better than ever.
- bee.
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Heart Strings
ПоэзияPoetry and prose about every little thing in love: The good. The bad. The sweet. The bitter. Cover by: @delinxent
