It's like home if you were here.
And there's no hope for the lame.
Even though they suffer a great deal of pain and property.
And do they feel what I'm feeling?
Right now it begins to melt in your hand ideas.
So delicious it would melt.
But do you know what I'm feeling?
Do you have any clue on what the hell love is?
How can you be sure?
©2000-2008
Raven Bishop
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/candy-coated-candies/
