Sickly sweet.
That’s what she is.
Bubblegum, ginger bread, vanilla soaked marshmallow.
Sweet.

Sugar drips out of the words she speaks
Cotton candy – fluffy words whose savory goodness melts in your mouth
Before you can realize the true story…
There is no substance

She is a candy apple.
Don’t let her artificial demeanor fool you.
Her caramel will stick to you
Before you realize that she is rotten.
You can’t judge a book by its cover
And hers is out of date

She is an acquired taste
Like a drug.
After several bites, it’s clear you’ve had too much
But you can’t get rid of her that easily
She’ll leave a bitter taste in your mouth;
Stain your tongue
Yet leave you wanting more