Sweetness With A Kick

My blood is made of sugar

My mind is made of yeast

Split me open

Pour me out

And I’ll still kiss your feet

My tongue is made of metaphors

An instrument of song

Listen closely

I don’t mind

Just please don’t sing along

Tell me that I’m heartless

Or have a heart of stone

And I’ll just grin

I must agree

Emotions? I have none.

My lips are made of vinegar.

Just a little truth will do.

But try and ask

For honesty

And I’ll give it straight to you.

My skin is made of honeycomb.

I’m sweetness to a fault.

But don’t mistake

My smiling face

For one you can assault

My soul’s made of vanilla

A scent that is divine

But if I said

I’m perfect

Then I’d obviously be lying

With all of these ingredients

I'm curious to see

How many

will still love me

Now that you know my recipe.