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don't rush,
don't rush, don't rush,
don't rush, don't rush,
don't rush, DON'T RUSH,
DON'T RUSH, DON'T RUSH.
that's what people say.
that's why I shouldn't have.
the world isn't made of
lollipops, gumballs,
hard candies, sweet icings,
(instead, it's filled with
envious eyeballs,
dream endies, concealings.)
but life must be sweet on its own.
tell something about me—
tell something about Sugar:
she longed for a love so sweet,
for a perfect horizon filled with
pink cotton candies.
voila! life was tasty!
voila! she's still young;
voila again! sweetness was
artificially here,
naturally absent.
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YOU ARE READING
Sugarcoat
Poetry𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙩 ╰ a s e r i e s o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "The truth is underneath the layers of sugar; scrub the condiments off your eyes."
