Temptation may live in a jar
Still filled with the same scars

Strangers don't appeal to me
with threats disguised in a cookie

My sweets lay under my pillow
take shape in a dream flow

My body stays slim, my mind sharp
but elusive hopes ache my heart

As I play along the deceitful
strange cookies stay ungrateful

I carry the burden of a hurt child
So I learned to live on the other side

Each and other day bound to induce
My own way to find truce

No wonder I ate so many nuts
With their imprint of forget me not

Eating cookies is no longer for me
A full meal now is what I fancy

Redone on November 17th, 2012
Copyright ©2012 Johanne Farmer