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🍪 COOKIE POETRY – Unbekannter Künstler
Genre: Neo Soul / Indie R&B
Mood: Sensual, reflective, snackishly emotional

Ever written a love letter with frosting?
This track did. Twice.

“Cookie Poetry” is what happens when your heart goes hungry, your brain turns jazzy, and your ex leaves behind nothing but a half-eaten metaphor. Wrapped in lazy grooves, Rhodes keys warm enough to spoon with, and lyrics so vulnerable they need a blanket — this is dessert music for the soul.

🥄 Lyrical content includes:
– Emotional snacking
– Crumb-based therapy
– Flirting with metaphors like they’re on Tinder
– And at least 3 types of baked disappointment

Perfect for:
– Whispering sweet nothings to yourself in the mirror
– Burning candles like they pay rent
– Reflecting on your ex while gently dancing with your feelings in 6/8

Warning: May cause urges to text your situationship at midnight and say, “Hey… you up for some cookie poetry?”

Now press play. Let your heart melt like chocolate chips at room temp.
And remember:
It’s not love — it’s dopamine. In cookie form. 🍪💔🎶

Lyrics:

There’s a silence in my room that tastes like sugar
I dip my loneliness in tea, pretend it’s you
Pages crumble like shortbread in December
But your words are gone, and I’m chewing through the blue

I light a candle like it’s cinnamon memory
I smile at crumbs and call it therapy
This hunger isn't hunger, it’s a metaphor
For what I miss when you walk out that door

I lick the spoon, I wait for grace
Frosting dreams on empty plates
I’m not full — I’m just amused
By all these sweet, poetic ruse

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Something warm and halfway true
A rhyme to bite, a lie to chew
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let me nibble on your verse
Even if it makes it worse

I’m scrolling through old photos like ingredients
Mix and measure fragments of our heat
You never baked a future, just intentions
Still I swallow every bitter little treat

Midnight cravings for your metaphors
I’d rather fake love than feel the war
So feed me fairytales with icing lines
Till my mouth forgets what truth tastes like

It’s not love — it’s dopamine
In cookie form with whipped-up dreams
I don’t need you — just your art
Packaged crumbs to soothe my heart

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Tell me stories sweet but flawed
Dust my silence with applaud
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Bake me stanzas soft and round
So I don’t miss your solid ground

I know it’s empty calories
But I’d rather chew than starve on honesty
Your poems melt like chocolate lies
Still I beg for one more bite

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let it drip like honeyed shame
I’ll pretend you feel the same
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
One more line before you go
One more taste of sweet, not soul

Cookie Poetry (Neo Soul / Indie R&B Version)

Put your earbuds in! Lift your face to the sun! Press play! Now breath!
For full video go to @YouTube - MiAyjahBeats

Only You!

“Bruised Velvet”

[Verse 1]
Your name still tastes like honey laced with sin,
I swore I’d never say it — yet here we are again.
Curtains closed, but your shadow knows the route,
Through every crack I thought I’d sealed with doubt.
Candle burning low, but I can’t put it out,
You left your flame in places I can’t douse.

[Chorus]
It’s that bruised velvet kind of need —
Soft to touch, but it still bleeds.
I dress my ache in silk and smoke,
Let your echo wrap around my throat.
You’re gone, but babe, you never left —
You're every breath I can't forget.

[Verse 2]
My mirror’s got your fingerprints in steam,
Lipstick smudged on every half-forgotten dream.
You were a promise with a bar tab and a smirk,
Now I’m drunk on the silence where you used to work.
My body knows the parts you claimed,
Each sigh still echoes like a name.

[Bridge] (sparser, stripped-back)
I don't reach for you — I reach for relief.
But your absence tastes like teeth.
Even when I try to sleep alone,
You hum beneath my skin like a dial tone.

[Final Chorus]
It’s that bruised velvet kind of ache —
I wear it soft, but make no mistake.
I still burn where your hands once roamed,
Still crave the fire I should’ve outgrown.
You're gone, but baby, not undone —
You're every bruise beneath my tongue.



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