Hey,
if the bee asks its friend,
Do you take my honey,
Where's my honey,
It's something they live for,
Right?
It's something sugary and sweet,
and it's healthy for your health,
Right?
It's a same thing as you.
you're my honey,
my sweetest sugary thing,
it's something I live and love for.
Yes,
it's you, you're my honey.
Can I call you honey?
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Color Of Life (A Collection)
PoetryMy mind keep thinking, thinking until I can't feel again. This will be never-ending, but who knows if one day I'll give up, it's the day I can feel right again, it's the day I feel like my story is enough. . . . "What if someone's heart want to live...
