Candy o' Callow
I am lusciously addicted to this particular confection.
The classic syndrome that feeds on adulthood.
Oh for candy sake~
How far would I go for sweets.
One that would feel rejoice.
One that would feel bitterly sweet.
The process from a toddler to grown up is difficult isn't it
Looking back then, i need not feel compunction nor morally added.
Just worried whether i would be candy fed.
Tic~, I pop sweets. Tac~ I shut sweets.
Every process of savoring the candy kicks in an counter effect.
No longer that effortless to taste sweetness.
Unfolding every bit of innocence, could it be possible?
Tic Tac evolved flavours but remains nothing more but just a candy
It is simple with our primarily self.
It is hard with ourselves complicates primarily.
I had devoted this untainted space specially just for you.
Which would also meant my fragility.
*TIC~ Poping a simple sweetness would suffice ^ ^.~TAC*