honey dripped from your pearly teeth.
it soaked through your lips and dripped slowly onto the floor.
silence eased onto the both of us, hanging over the top of our heads like a raincloud.
your honey flavored words and their sweet meanings broke that raincloud.
"i love you"
was it the honey speaking? or was it your heart, also drenched in honey?
so full you can't speak, only of lies and truths that we can't even tell the difference of?
or maybe, it's your chery red tounge.
the way it fit's in with mine, tasing like nothing ever before.
it stains the white carpet beneath us.
"i miss you"
do you really? or is it just the memories? the memories of me, soaking up your honey flavored lies?
it seems as if my words flow right above your head as if your ears never picked up on them in the first place.
or maybe, your ears are filled with cake. any flavor you wish, none to less, none to far.
i think you are just too sweet for me.
