The Smore's Life
Fluffy desires turned into something else
Set aflame and gone black and ashy
Until I couldn't really recognize them anymore
I took them and smashed them
Against the stale and crusty expectations of old generations
Not really compatible with much of what I have
And against a wall of foregone romance and marriage
Excessively sweetened to hide its inevitable bitterness
Staring at the cataclysm
I was rather surprised
Disgusting as it looked
I still managed to taste the intentions left within
What a hoot the smores life has been
