Of all the thoughts, why these ones again?
A fool longing for wisdom
Potatoes sizzle, crispy golden in the pan,
The smell is wholesome, comforting,
And--
The thought hits me like a ton of bricks:
Why
Am
I
Not
Cooking
For
You?
Then everything starts to burn and stick
Well!
My cooking isn't good enough to give you
...I think:
Neither
Am
I
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Comments (4)
It does sound like the perfect love recipe. Well Done!!!
This one's got that perfect "oops, everything's burning, but also deep thoughts" vibe. Love how it flips from cooking chaos to a self-reflection moment. Keep it up!
Omgggg, that was like so sad! They're the one who doesn't deserve you and your cooking!
Ah Sam! I do so love this one. Yet it sounds like the perfect love recipe.