She came to me on an ice cream truck

Covered in chocolate and sprinkles

She came to me on an ice cream truck

In a cone, that did not taste good, but did the trick

I grabbed her in my hands

She melted

I was left with sticky goo

I was a mess

People walked by, pointed and laughed

But what did I care?

I was covered in chocolate and sprinkles

One Response to “THE TASTE OF LOVE”

  1. Megan says:

    LoL! I really feel bad for your ice-cream…

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