Hello ladies and gents this is the viking telling you that today we are talking about a lil poem from
the Broken Butterfly
I love strawberries.
They are sweet and juicy.
They are especially good with sugar,
Or whipped cream.
Strawberries can be romantic.
With a little bit chocolate and the right lighting.
Bam!
Romance.
But I can’t have strawberries.
They make me red,
Like an painful sunburn.
They make my life a living hell.
Because they don’t make me feel awful all of the time.
They trick me into thinking that I can have them.
And then bam.
My tongue started to throb.
I love strawberries,
But I can have them.
I’m done trying.
It’s just not worth it.
by the Broken Butterfly
the Broken Butterfly
Strawberries
I love strawberries.
They are sweet and juicy.
They are especially good with sugar,
Or whipped cream.
Strawberries can be romantic.
With a little bit chocolate and the right lighting.
Bam!
Romance.
But I can’t have strawberries.
They make me red,
Like an painful sunburn.
They make my life a living hell.
Because they don’t make me feel awful all of the time.
They trick me into thinking that I can have them.
And then bam.
My tongue started to throb.
I love strawberries,
But I can have them.
I’m done trying.
It’s just not worth it.
by the Broken Butterfly
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