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“The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.” -Cherry Wine, Hozier The wine-red honey courses through her elastic veins as it had for years and years,
The golden honey rays flow Through the window, laying gently upon my face Warming me from my head to my toes The magnificent yellow pierces And drips its golden honey into my innocent iris
careless yet care ridden your lips dripping with honey so sweet you’re rotten to the core me, innocent innocence
There are two queens In my kingdom There are two queens In my kingdom, you see There are two queens And nobody is the 'man' In our damn relationship Do you need basic definitions?
it burns with promises of salvation or damnation which one is it! will it be sweet as honey, and bountiful like grass? Or might it be like a blade emotionless, ready to pierce you which one!
You ever wonder why something is the way it is?
Laughter drips from our mouths, like honey, sweetening the room The sporadic rise and fall of my chest
Paper mask you fold so well No one can see your crinkles and wrinkles
The buzzing of bees, The raw smell of honey, The dark rich taste of chocolate. A glance and a smile
Love is more than this It is as sweet as honey Smooth as gentle waves