SheFallsSoftly

J is for….Johnn! This poem is sort of like an etheree, in that the way you write it is all about syllables.
Stanza 1- Title, 2, 3, 4, 3, 2
Stanza 2- Title 4, 6, 8, 6, 4
Stanza 3- Title 2,3,4,3,2

Sweet
He says
His tone oozes
Cinnamon
He calls me
Sweet

Sweet
He’ll whisper, sounds
Like Dulce de leche
Kisses always sugar-coated
Always dripping chocolate
He calls me sweet.

Sweet
Candy
Cavity
He pulls away
Stomach ache
Too sweet.

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