By Mark Teo (Class 2023)
let no sweetness choke you
no sugar leave you blind
a bitter pill to save your soul
so long as you don’t mind
the wrinkles in your stories
of spurning stones aside
alongside withered trellises
on walls we built too high
for in our lands of honey
where the loving never ends
we drown ourselves in happiness
and wounds that never mend
busted bent and broken
taking our own sides
what once was getting closer now
keeps straying from our sight
the biting taste to end it all
so long as you don’t mind
fleeting fair tomorrow
and the love it’s left behind