Your words are sweet,
They're scrawled onto the sheet.
They paint so much light,
They make the world seem so bright.

They make me forget your mistakes,
They make me forget my heartache.
They make me want you,
Even with everything that you do.

You sugarcoat your phrases,
You sweeten your gazes.
You trail me along,
With everything you do wrong.

I wish I wasn't so weak,
To fall for your physique,
Because even your love-filled notes,
They're just honey bunches of oats.

a/n: highkey written because judy wanted to watch me write how do you like this huh huh are you okay with this

her inspiration was "honey bunches of oats" because she keeps cereal in her room so she doesn't have to go downstairs to get food and it happened to be honey bunches of oats

thanks for reading