Sweet Nothing
My stomach hurts from not eating all day but some how I feel fine.
I'm not really thinking about food but about life and but I do notice a thing is happening.
And I know I should avoid it a thing is happening when the time comes I'll know what to do.
Because flings are things the don't go well for me. Those things called flings mean nothing to me.
There nothing I have to give or willing to share with flings because in the end we find our self's empty with sweet nothing's.
Like a pastry without a sweet filling it pleases the eye but doesn't fully make you happy.
To flings that give sweet nothing.
One day you'll understand the taste of a unfilled pastry.
And wish you were on a diet where love gives you everything.
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