A desperate attempt to show my desperate attempts.

Cookie

I made a cookie;
somebody else ate it.

I got the recipe in class 12th
it was good in shape, it was good in health.

but i lacked the ingredients, and i lacked necessary wealth.

I had biscuits nearby
but i wanted that cookie
i was an ametuer cook
i was just a damn rookie.

It was all a blur, how my cooking started,

but i damn well remember that i did it whole hearted.

The cooking was fun
we chatted, we dated, we wandered in the sun.

we were having the time of our life

she praised my personality,

i praised her eyes
but time is crucial, this i didn't realise.

my fellows often told me
"the cookie is ready: eat it, you moron"

"I want it perfect, i want to heat it, be gone."

The cookie was ready,
i should have listened.

their wise words,
well, now i miss'em.

Now the cookie has been taken,

the cookie that i made.

but i like the cookie so much,
i don't even want to wade.

This is my story
and i just hate it..
the fact that i made a cookie
and somebody else ate it.