Cherry

January 26, 2019

I wish she tasted like cherry

A hopeless, cliche, passion

So I don the cherry chapstick

For a bittersweet illusion

Her velvety lips are strawberry

I don't mind strawberry

But HE tastes like strawberry pie

And strawberry jam

So I'm sick of strawberry

I'm sick of HIM

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.