Ferris Wheel
Boys should smell like popcorn,
freshly cut grass and the
rusting bolts of an October
ferris wheel.
Love should feel like hot funnel
cakes with powdered
sugar,Messy like candied apples
running down your chin.
Filling you up way too much
and having you taste warm
sugar.
You not wanting the delicious
smell to fade or the
scrumptious taste to
disintegrate.
Rides are thrilling, and scary
but the boy smelling like
popcorn, freshly cut grass and
rusting bolts of Ferris wheel is
holding on to you like he will
never let you fall.
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