It was like gum
Individually sold in a silver shiny wrapper
And had the flavor of some type of
Tropical Mint

Fresh
And flexing
Bending inbetween the roof and the soft pad of my mouth

A burst of something sweet that
Danced inbetween each ball of my taste buds
And tarnished all bad taste i had before i had your flavor

And that taste stayed with me

But the more I chewed
The design that was branded on the surface of your gum disappared
Your flexabilty stiffened
And as much as i tried to wrap my tongue around you and blow bubbles
I couldn't

So I spit you out
And tried to atleast keep your wrapper
Cause it still had the smell of your flavor

But I couldn't hold that for the rest of my life

The flavor had died
Dances around my tongue stopped
And everytime i blew whats left of you out
Fresh air
And that same old bland taste
Came back again