In twilight's glow, we march to the sweet,

You promise the trip but refuse the treat.

"No ice cream for me," you coldly decree,

While I crave the joy we could share, you see.

How can you stand there, love in your eyes,

And crush my heart with such cruel guise?

Damn your refusal, your stubborn disdain,

For in this moment, you bring me pain.

Take me for ice cream, but feel my ire,

Your empty hands set my heart on fire.

In this summer night, let anger scream,

For what's a trip without shared ice cream?