I hate when love is like trying to feed,
we all assume,
this is what “they must love”
Yet when your hand meets their
And they bluster about
a rejected gift I’d have eaten’
“please don’t waste what I give to you”
Now whats left is a slew of thefts not even nibbled.
Some peoples breakfasts is other peoples snot.
and Vice verse -a
Even a child should understand;
We are not all raised the same from birth;
Though some try to hand feed;
I’d rather have my little colt
nibble it from the earth…