For all you are
and all that I hope to be
there is something about me
you simply can't see
behind closed lips
are bumps that hinder
eyes wide open
by a snack that will linger
it stays on top
and will not let go
is it fear
or something I know?
A spoon fed snack
or something between slices
once spread it is one that entices
I want it so ...
oh yes so bad
but once I have it
it will make me so sad
for as much as I love it
I fear it much more
for it will stick
and cause a sore
Fear overcomes me
and prevents me from joy
much more than the fear
of losing love from a boy
so I look upon you
as you partake of it's pleasure
and I sit here not jealous
but happy you treasure
something I fear
but wish so that I could
enjoy it like you
I know that I should
just let go and
remember the facts
peanut butter is good
and is not made of tacks.
The next time you bite
into a sandwich with jelly
and peanut butter and bread
smile big and don't dread
remember me who loves it so
but can't let it be mine
for once it is stuck
it will be there for time
Arachibutyrophobia
a paralyzing fear
hold the pleasure close
for me hold it dear.