we made quite a confection the two of us did there was a layer of you and a layer of me, and you were always the sweetness so you got to be the icing we took turns at decorating together we were pretty for all to see best friends, you and me and sure it was my idea to put the candle on the top but I surely wish now we hadn't lit the match, the wick disguised a fuse.
I had thought us perfect just the way we were but your ego needed me to burn for you, and my chill factor world craved your heat much too much and now there's bits and pieces of you all mixed up with what's left of me and the icing... the icing hurts my teeth.
[This message has been edited by Corazon (edited 03-02-2000).]
With my incredible and infamous suckey timing, I would have to read this just as I'm starting to make a cake with icing so disgustingly sweet I cringe just to think of it! LOL. (But it's for someone special... and I just make it, I don't eat it! LOL)
Oh... back to the poem. *G* This is superb... sometimes the relationships that look prettiest are just an explosion waiting to happen... too bad they don't come with tags warning us of shrapnel danger.
I love this! From perfection to disaster, such is the way of some relationships and baking expeditions (especially mine!). My favorite lines: "but I surely wish now we hadn't lit the match, the wick disguised a fuse" and "and now there's bits and pieces of you all mixed up with what's left of me".
It matters not how strait the gate; How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. --W.E. Henley
Ugh, that's a pun even *I* won't touch. Anyway, great work Corazon. You stuck an image, both sweetly and sickly, into my mind. With your obvious mind power, you've already got the first tool needed to setting yourself down a better, or at least more fulfulling, path. Keep it up!