Sunday, 29 June 2014

Cookies

I wish I was a cookie.
If people tried to break me,
I would break.
And they would realise their loss.

If they hurt me too much,
I would die in their arms.
Leaving my marks all over them.

If the pain was unbearable,
I would literally be able to crumble away,
into the abyss of death.
Where I remain forever.

You eat me today.
Guilt shall eat you tomorrow, darling.
Just you wait. 
A war's a'coming,
and you're first on my list.




-Chocolate cookies foreva

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