My apple and bilberry pie
Sleeps in the kitchen
In silence
Sweet and soothing
Cherry on the cake of my
Semi busy day.
Just an hour ago
You stood in my doorway
Like my apple and bilberry pie
You’re almost sleeping now
In my living room
You’re sweet, you should be soothing.
You used to be cherry on the cake of my
Lazy boring days.
You sparkled, lightly
As with wine
In a tall crystal glass.
I used to drink you in my dreams.
Now I have a hangover.
The sparkle from your eye
My darkness swallowed
My soul has cooked for me
Despair, one more time.
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