Where’s my carrot soup?
what’s the cream in a creamsicle made of?
wait! Don’t tell me
for fear it will take away the only beauty I experienced in my childhood
in case you want to know
my favorite color is orange
not black or blood
slow down & move with the flood
it pulses through your veins
everytime you entertained
the wild thoughts of a grown man
I could never believe
that a world so dark
could contain such beauty
in your eyes
in your smile
it has always been my duty
to keep you safe & protected
I know sometimes you feel rejected
It’s all part of my plan
even when you don’t understand
the thought is a lie & the feeling is the truth
the cream on the inside is me pouring out of you