Cotton Candy

As I close my eyes in that greenfield
With the wind tickling my cheeks
I saw a new world came to life
A boy and a girl under that old oak tree.

They were kids back then when he held her hand
She was weeping for a reason unknown to me
I wanted to ask but they seem not to hear
After all, it's not my world, I leaped through time some else.

Tears fell from the eyes of the little girl
And the little boy drew closer
He reached a pack and with a smile he said,
"Please do not cry, I have this sweet I'm willing to share."

The girl peeked out from her palm
And grabbed the little pack the boy had
She take a bite and a delight on her face gleamed
It was the sweetest sweet she ever had!

With a puzzled look on her face she asked,
"What is this sweet cotton that you gave me?
Where did you found it and could you give me more?"
The little boy smiled and answered,
"They called it cotton candy, and the sweetness is love."

The little girl did not understand
But she doesn't care
She loved the sweetness of the cotton candy
But there is something unusual she noticed.

As she take a bite of that sweet thing
Not a second would pass it disappears
It melts so fast in her mouth she could only taste the sweet
Left having this familiar sweet seems like a dream.

Not long then she looks for water
She realized there's too much sweetness
It was unpleasant, and thoughts filled her mind
This was the magic of the sweet they call cotton candy.

Gave sweetness her mouth loved
But disappears before a second
Though the sweetness remained
It becomes unsavory.

She took a sip from the grasses leaves and then opened the pack again
She's been looking for that sweetness of the first bite
But the the pack showed no sign of that sweet thing
Nothing but plastic and sticky traces of the sweet one.

She was about to ask the boy for more
But she doesn't seem to be around
She sits there with questions in mind
Of what she wants and what is right.

Does she really want to have more
Of that cotton candy's sweetness?
But she's afraid of the distaste
She'll have from the same treat.

There she sits alone looking in the corners of her mouth
The pleasant sweetness of the cotton candy she once loved
But still a part of her fears
That she's been leading to unpalatable.

Another boy came from my back and led towards the girl
Carrying another pack of that familiar fluffy treat
Is it the same cotton candy
That gave confusion to this girl's innocent mind"

I wonder if she would accept it
With those thoughts I hear from her mind
The fears she's been holding and the crave she's been wanting
Would she eat another Cotton Candy that looks so appetizing?