Honey
~
Rose buds scattered along a field
Me and her in the rain
I missed you
She says
The feeling is mutual
But sometimes she doesn't understand
How I can call her honey and pull away
She's weary of being hurt
Oh so careful of who she lets in
I have a permenant place in her heart
She tells me
But how permenant is love?
And how permenant are we?
I watch her in my mind
Late at night sometimes
And I can feel her breathing
In me
I can look in a mirror
And see her there
So plain
So hurt
Sometimes I see me
And sometimes I see honey
Pouring down the glass
Liquifying our pain
She and I
Sometimes smear our pain on bread
And make sandwiches
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