Do I compasitate you?

Make you smile?
Make you cry?

question everything?
even when I know whY

know this is
an
uncetain healthy

pertaining to
a
certain stealthy

Let us

wrapped

shall we

see that smile
watch you cry

Play with your face
Poke you in the eye

eat a rectangle meal
where brocolli hides

in a napkin
what happen
now it sits
on the side

I like peanut butter
but your hair
I have viewed better

remember the pigtails

that was youthsome

nowadays
the way
it lays
seems minorly
less much more
majorly gruesome

when the snow is yellow
so is the milk

and the sandpaper
feels greater
then silk

I built a house
made of corn

syrup
on buttermilk
pancakes

for heavens sake
the white sugar
on top isn't
really white
sugar

and candy
still is
a thing
of the future

nice write

I like white sugar and milk on my pancakes

Like the write {{{d4tc}}}