Syrup

He gave me some butter

I gave him syrup

But it didn’t stick

When works aren’t good

When people don’t always stay

When things get tough

They bolt to the door

Without a warning or a reason

So I tried to make his butter lasted

But it wouldn’t

Because syrup and butter aren’t friends

tho he told me that he liked me but it came and went

I slipped away from him and he’s pressed on being spiteful

Just because syrup is sticky doesn’t mean it’s ain’t gonna expire

Thanks to him I don’t care much about love or having someone in my obit because sooner or later they would always leave

He’s the syrup and I’m the butter

See the difference? We didn’t mix

We weren’t compatible or even soulmates

We were nothing but strangers and not even that

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