The words he spoke were fairy floss,
Their taste so sugary sweet,
You’d swear if it was possible,
They’d be all you’d ever eat,
But the thing with wads of fairy floss,
Is they’re always quick to melt,
Until you’re sticky with the memories,
Of the love you swore you felt,
And suddenly you see the truth,
You crave it less and less,
For a little sugar’s always nice,
But it isn’t worth the mess.