The warmth of hearing sweet words,
Its touches soft and tender.
My fingers ache from its constant reminder,
Becoming citrus words—as my touch is torn.

Disappointed is an understatement,
Strongly hurt by simple words spoken by you.
Feeling wounded from that comment,
The feelings placed on you all flew.

Don't rush to give what you can't take back,
Let the gift rest, don't stay on track.
A thoughtful touch, a playful thought,
Not every gift needs to be sought.

To places that remembered pain,
And the people that wound me.
By leaving these memories unchained,
So my aching heart is free.

From all the troubles.
Don't make them double.
Through all the pain,
Under this harsh rain.

Emotions weighing me down,
From words that cut when no one's around.
The weight invisible to others,
Only my heart knows it smothers.

The buttery fragrance lingers,
With each of my fingers.
Savoring its softness,
Including its sweetness.

Such a delicious treat,
Keeping you glued to your seat.
Too many syrups to choose from,
Picking the wrong one might hurt my ***.