Going into the kitchen, messy depression nests.
1 cup of tears.
2 broken hearts.
Put that mixture and mix.
Stop mixing as the clock turn six.
As I turn the oven.
Making dozen of cupcakes.
All it takes is 1 life away and your cupcake is done.
Add your pure love into it.
Wait and sit till he comes back.
My heart having a heart attack.
Now it is done.
Frost it with all our rotten happy memories.
As I eat and cry.
After you come back home.
I changed my feelings into a happy-looking face, with no trace of tears rolling down my eyes.
As I eat my cupcakes, I remembered how you also did that to me. I guess this is what memory is paying.
And I'll just sit here crying.
Your bitter love is so aching to my heart.
After I'm baking, I'll just cry again until the very end.
©sarah_
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