in my pocket

the marzipan king
and the chocolate queen
have melted down
in my warm warmer pocket
she desired
to look perfectly
for him for her
for all those ugly girls
that hated her
he wanted to be strong
to protect her
from too much warmth
they melted down
in my warm warmer pocket
the fairy tale
has a bitter end
and tastes like all the cinch
like undesigned act
like coffee with salt in the morning
like the two of us