Dessert with Your Enemy
Having dessert with him is like life __dying
Dying of a disease no one even knows
Having dessert with him is simple torture
As if my nails were single handedly being pulled off
Having dessert with him is like the whole universe becoming religious, Impossible
But yet Whitney Houston says nothing is Impossible
(I don’t think she has met my enemy because if she had, her song would be different)
Having dessert with him is worse than cold pancakes, disgusting
They need to be warmed up
But having dessert with him can be like Tina Turner, slightly entertaining
That’s if you like shiny dresses and great music
Having dessert with him is like a lion running his paws through my hair
More than dangerous
But having dessert with him does not make me love
In fact I almost want to say the H word…shhhh
Having dessert with him is frustrating like math
You know how to solve it, but you just don’t feel like doing it
But in the events of having dessert with him, I realized…
Having coffee with him would’ve been the better choice