Vanilla Ice Cream

Vanilla ice cream sugared with salt That's the kind of love I've tasted all my days Cold and bitter, it nearly brings a tear to my eyes Swollen, like they've been pepper sprayed But honestly, I still love ice cream And vanilla is a dream if it's melting into cream. That's the kind of love I adore But it's wafer thin and never lasts for very long Till it turns bittersweet and loses its glow No matter how many scoops you have No matter how many scoops you desire Something always sours the dough, don't you know? I guess it's time to change my ice cream Maybe this time, I'll sit back and let them pick And see how it feels to be wanted, not thwarted And see how it feels to be reptilian with a twist Nothing acrimonious hissing But more like a lotus blossom kissing?