The open break of heart (No more sweets) | Writing

I up in the morning, one time,

I think that it would be good, so fine.

No mather what were we,

No mather what I see.

I get a lot of sweets,

Surely, it was needs.

I was happy about it,

No maybe I wasn´t kid.

Maybe I was just like girls, simple,

And u was an outlawed fruit, apple.

Green and sweet,

Like I need.

I need a holiday,

Break a dicky day.

For a minute, be with girls,

Without u n without purls.