Peanut Butter Solace
The wounded dove can no longer fly.
Losing you has wounded me
I seek a Peanut butter solace.
Like a drunkard I drown myself
in chocolate bars and ice cream.
I cannot fight the world.
Pass me that cream puff.
You have to follow your own path,
and as there isn't any room for me,
I'll just finish up this peach pie,
so it won't spoil.
Losing you has been a challenge,
one I lost.
Are those french fries just sitting there?
Do you know what it's like
to get so close to the top of the mountain
and lose your footing?
There was a sale on pecan turtles today,
and as there's no one here to eat them.....
Tears scalded my skin and made rivulets of my makeup.
Are you going by Burger King on your way out?
I might even be able to face tomorrow
If,
I could just get some jelly to go with this jar of peanut butter fluff.