I made a special batch of cookies that were like no other
They could not be replicated without the help of a special someone
There were one hundred when I left for school
But when I came back there were two missing
I decided it was fine and it was only a little bit but it got worse
Five cookies, then ten, then twenty more went missing
I his the cookies a bit better, but then thirteen more went missing so it was only half full and I only had fifty
I his them well because there was no more cookie mix I could make
Because the special someone had left my life
Soon twenty five more cookies were gone and it was useless
But someone new showed up
A new special person who could help me make a batch
As it slowly started to make its way up to fifty again
The special person left again
And left with those twenty five cookies we had made
So I thought to take them to school and hide them with me
But the people there took the jar and shatteredbit in front of me
Then they had eaten all the cookies
All but one
One that was small and slightly misshaped
But still perfect
They had missed it
I took it home and tried to recreate the recipe so it could have friends
But I could not without someone special
So would someone help me
So it is no longer lonely in a new glass jar?
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Please comment and tell me what you think. I wrote this in just under an hour and tried poetry for the first time.
