kyliejdesmond · · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

in the heart of a kitchen, on a high-up shelf,

rests a plate that’s shaped like love itself.

its adorable patterns are a sweet embrace,

that bring a smile to meals in every space.

with each morning, noon, and setting sun,

it serves as a companion—a faithful one.

used with love, perhaps a little too much,

it bears the weight of a not-so gentle touch.

within a second, there’s a nasty slip!

the plate meets fate, its final trip.

scattered fragments lie on the floor,

if only the owner had held it more.

– kylie j. desmond