Nestle my sweetness in a cherry pit Guess we will see now if it's one you'll spit A moment passes spent in careless thought Pit in your throat and so spit you may not But still, to kill you brings me glee I'll put my sadness in this pit Swallow it whole and then admit All my sadness goes easily On a whim I've become carefree There's no mourning efforts repaid #poem #poetry
Kult: +52
Kull: +25
Total: 77
Ratio: 2.08


