Macaroni

I like the way you dance around the kitchen while I make you macaroni.

With every kiss, something else spills.

And as the mess in my heart becomes smaller,

the mess on the counter grows.

But, I can handle a little cheese powder on my stove, darling,

if it means I get you.

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