A poetic version for the love of candy.

I have no time for lies.

Poem about tragic lives.

Our love is in its last throes.

What is the point in being sweet to others to gain favors from them, but very selfish and detrimental! It is better to be candid, bitter and sour and genuinely help others.

You don’t deserve to my concern.

Things can’t be good all the time.

I feel the weight around my neck.

One day you will realise the mistake you are making.

How could your confession not turn me sour.