Lekhny composition -20-Dec-2021
Ice cream
Wailing like a hurt soul
And bowling eyes out like the
Little cry baby she was ,
Was dearest baby me,
Days going by
But time standing still as I
As I felt the urge to torment
My keeper in the hope of
Being treated like a Queen.
And like the prophet that she was
Time she used to waste not
In conquering my lousy spirit.
The vanilla smell used to fill my nostrils
And the cone sight damn that
Was a sight to behold.
Slightly creeping into my thoughts
And erasing all the lousy thoughts
I had of being deemed a Queen
Was that very enticing dessert
ICECREAM.
At it's sight I would forget
Every dream of tormenting my
My Keeper .
The smell of the dessert
Always sold out my mere toddler's soul
And maybe even to this day
I am still a toddler for mom still
Bribes me with my favorite creation ,
Honestly just a slight sense of
It's scent knows how to drive my spirit crazy
The sweetness reminds me of the
Days of my baby tooth ,
Those days when time was of no matter ,
And death was a matter I never feared,
Murderer was an artifact I never knew existed
And pain was only something I knew
When I stung myself whilst playing with my friends ,
And anger was an alien to me,
All those days and illusions I now see
Are bitter made sweet by the sweetness of ice cream
They are toxic but better healed
By the smell of vanilla
Theeโข entangled.
Ayra S
23-Dec-2021 03:35 PM
๐ค๐
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Ranjit Kumar
21-Dec-2021 08:25 PM
Wow
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Sana
20-Dec-2021 08:34 PM
Great
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