Marshmallow Heart

You'd expect to see tears

on my face, if you leered

the way she has

if you spit

on my gifts

the way she has

if you burned

all my dreams

the way she has


 I get it.

I know.

You'd be right.


But, you forget one small thing:

when life hurts, all I bring

is the love that I sing

from a heartfull of fluffy, white sweetness


Hmm. Like a marshmellow...




*Note to readers: I assumed that the title has been misspelled, and was meant to say marshmellow. My apolagies if this poem was meant to be about the plant.

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