My Obsession for Rhyming Continues
The word is sweet this time
Isn't this sweet?
That we feel complete
When we step our feet
Out in the street.
How we love to meet
Despite the scorching heat
Busy talking while we eat
But nothing as concrete.
Then you offer me a seat
Placing a clean small sheet
Handing me a quick treat
That is not made of meat.
We both listen to some beats
Some we groove on repeat
Because we can't defeat
Taylor's music so elite.
We suddenly feel incomplete
Like a bird missing from it's fleet
Like we found a luxury suite
But misplaced its receipt.
This episode we both want to delete
We consider it useless obselete
We say goodbye just like we greet
So we both have something to tweet.
Bhavnaa Narula, 2023. Tysm for being obsessed with me for a minute ππ