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