Sucrose

Sucrose

~Miss A


Just got here yesterday, will be leaving tomorrow,

The present is nonchalant, just happening as it is,

Don't know if destiny will cross paths, 

As the days are passing, the sufferings seems lost.

What was I here for, what was I made of,

Childlike visions now to rare to see clearly,

In the end, we all wish the ending to be sweet,

What we're constantly aching, sucrose.


Picture us walking aside, and every time I do,

Find you checking, my taunt so hilarious,

Shows me if we're ice, then there must be glitter,

Hither thither and rotten, still two cubes a freckle.

Light the candles, help lighten the mood,

An open book, so unread, quite unreal isn't it,

But differences we cater to, go by similar things,

Take me to a place of snow, humor my sucrose.


A place of powered snow, cotton bed, starry nights,

I'm not a person of day or night, I'm for all,

I can't sleep, how beautiful each fragment of nature,

Wish you could see through my eyes, what people kill for.

Want to have a blanket of ocean and sneak in,

Must there be more, I'll be there waiting for enlightenment,

Long lost and never recovering, heart of stone,

Watch it melt with sunlight, a pint sucrose.


I shall consider learning, new ways new hobbies,

Maybe I'll be able to lookout for gleam, 

Unsure, how it always lingers as a word of like,

Significant passages look so holy, unwelcoming. 

Dreams are the magma, to my choice of chaos,

Said so much, need to hold and puke this lot,

Never strong, always stranger, each piece of puzzle,

It's after the bitterness, we understand the need to sucrose. 

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