You speak words of honey
They drizzle from your lips to my ears
Smooth and golden and beautiful
Every sentence you utter is nectar filled
Flowers bloom in my aching chest when i hear them
How can someone say something so flippant, so small,
Yet have it mean everything to me?
It's the honey, darling
That whisks me into your grasp.
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Caught in a Dream
Poetryshort poetry pieces designed to put words to the inexpressible