I love you banana split you must know, but once I take this last bite you’ve gotta go.
I already stole the cherry- plucked it from the top.
And those luscious sweet strawberries were the cream of the crop.
I relished in your creamy dreams, even while I mourned the loss.
They forgot the nuts and I’m split. Do I enjoy this divine confection or do I choose grief?
I should have gone to Dairy Queen.
This is a rewrite of an old poem I wrote on Wattpad. You can find it here under a Collection of my Chicken Scratch.