baker

he was a baker
and i was his work

he made me with
effort,
determination,
and affection;
i was made of love

he cared for me,
treasured me,
kept me deep within everyone's reach;
i was special

but as time passed by
he suddenly kissed me good bye

as time passed by
i never had the chance to ask him why

as time passed by
time
passed

he was a baker
and i was his work
his
work

he made me
not of love
but of tools
and measuring spoons

he made me
not because he cared for me
nor treasured me;
he made me
because
i
was
his
passion

he was a baker
not a lover

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made this at school (activity) this is crap but i like it, and i don't know if you guys would too.