I wonder what you tell them
I wonder this thought in every waking moment
In every dreamful slumber
I wonder what you tell them

Do you tell them that I’m soft serve
Cool to the touch
I melt with every second that I’m unobserved

Do you tell them that I crumble
Or that I break
Am I soft serve
Or am I Rough

Who am I to you
If anyone at all?

How do I haunt your dreams
And bless you in wake

How am I treated this way
But not treated at all
A soft serve of regret

You’ve never served me
Well.

Soft-Serve