humanbeandee

Raisin

Little calorie eating ticks suck out all of what is plump from my body

Fading away is the life blood of a once curvaceous frame

I wither up, like a sweet golden raisin

I can roll around through the world

As if I rest upon your tongue

Waiting, loungingly, to be crushed between teeth

I'd be a liquid then, so thin, I might evaporate

Instead you swallow me, once plump, and now refined

A wiser raisin

Pure plant sugar to fuel your blood and brain

(so sometimes I take my writing a bit too seriously so recently I have been toying with writing any poem that comes to my head without worry or regard if it's too simple or silly or not pretty enough. I don't know. Enjoy lol)