UNKIND

You taste like the sandwich
I hate
But I'd eat it because I'm starving.
You feel like a book
I just finished reading
Can I have more of it?
The incessant urge to
Continue the tale
To save the hero, just kiss the bride.
Get ready to be the villain in volume two.
You seem like a view
With mountains, clouds, fog, rain and rainbow
I want a home
By the cliff, where I'll call out your name
It echoes pain where.
You sound like a nightingale
And I'm the frog
I'll make sure to let you know that you
Are never too good for your own
Let me be the tree in your garden
Bearing shiny fruit of contempt
Ripping off your chivalry.
Whispering the tale of magic into the wind.