Poetree by Smilksta

Croissant [en]

Some people's presence
Is like the flakes of a layered dough
All over you, the ground, stuck around your mouth
Their presence makes you look less
of everything you are
And no one really gets the point
Others like their buttery
Palatability
Who cares about the mess
Their childish loveliness excuses
All their poor choices of undress