You’re so sweet

like a sour patch kid

tough exterior

but soft inside

like a little kid wanting to cry

like a person in a gutter asking why

like a lost soul able to just get by..

my lonely sour and sweet…

like forgotten milk

looks ok from the outside

but when opened it’s…

like a look from a disgruntled worker…

and if you drink it…

it’s like a person with a virus asking why

and if you keep it…

you will wish for a simple goodbye

and think…

Should have let the tears fall…

until they ran dry.