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What I truly miss,
Is your soft, gentle kiss.
It may be time to go away
Too many cookies are uneaten
And a few are only nibbled

I baked all night for many days
And used up all my spices
But few customers appeared

I laid them on my very best tray
And priced them as a bargain
Now most of them are growing stale

I think it’s time to close up shop
The other’s cakes were obviously better
Their customers waited in long lines

It will be hard for me to stop
My hands are white with flour
And my apron’s tied so tightly

Still, no farmer wants to plant a crop
That never will be eaten -
Are cookie bakers not the same

Perhaps my wafers were too plain
And lacking decoration
I thought that flavor was enough

But recognition brings me pain
I felt my recipes were special
But everyone had better ones

It seems that I cannot sustain
The dream of being Mrs. Fields
When It comes to writing cookies
               ljm
how i long for 40 hearts
I thought it was the breeze
Sighing past my window
But it was only the echo
Of a rejected love song.
                vvvv
I give my heart away too easily.
But manipulation is a sin,
so call me an angel and I'll call you the fallen.
Now your flames are close by, I can feel the warmth.
But who wants hell when you've tasted heaven?
Like a child that never learns
I keep returning to the burn.
So call me an angel and I'll call you the tempter.
Innocent and naive, yet wanting,
So if not fire, then venom.
I'll seek out every evil to get my fill.
So call me the fallen,
and you're the very snake.
Let me in, my love, let me in.
So I can know what I'm loving, let me in.
So I can know who I'm loving.
Your eyes are just mirrors,
I'm looking right at myself,
I know myself — let me in.
Your tears break my heart, yet they're empty to me.
Let me in, my love, let me in.
So I can know who I'm loving, let me in.
(another song perhaps...?)
(:
- Isabelle
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