twits wits and little fits

Written by: bias fields

Love bluff 
pink lovely stuff 
never burns 
though it melts 
and when it does flesh like metal smelts 
fools toys little
things of no great value 
sweet to touch and taste so hallow 
no finger tips no love on lips 
when you fly and leave 
I hope you know and believe 
that I too go 
from building like water flow