The Love Bakery.

I was once soft, sweet and covered with icing.
You were hungry, but your desire wasn’t the heart of the cake.

All you did was cutting a piece of it
and all that was left of me was crumble.

The love we had baked was so warm and exciting.
Our feelings rose trough the hours.

but the oven got to hot and decided to kick us out of the heaven of delite.