caring and sharing
i smile when i close my eyes
to look at your face
i wish you saw me last night
i was walking slowly
feeling each tap of my feet on the ground
i begged for underground
my walking described a lost rythm
from the journey i took each day
due to my willing to see you everyday
when i crossed the crossing line i was lost
stumbling in the stars in disasterous way
waiting for a meeting
confused in my dreamming
in which i was skimming slightly on your sweet skin
feeding you with my honey,
wnating to be your queen bee
the eternal honey
- only furnishment that cannot perish -
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