honey do you still hear the buzzing
of the bees
in the narnian like fields where little kids like you and me were perfecting the art of making mistakes?
it's been so long since i saw your face
contorted in horror for fear you'd get stung
and i'd tell you not to worry
i told you to stand still and watch
and you watched the bees and the grass and the shimmer of the air as it danced through the heavy streams of sunlight
but i watched you and maybe it was then that i decided to fall for you
and maybe i wish i could see you like that again but all i have to keep me company now is the nostalgic buzz of our better days.
YOU ARE READING
the Cloud & her tears
Poetryher thoughts are wind ; her ideas a storm ; her laughter a hurricane that has forests pinned; her smile a rouse to make bees swarm; ° this is poetry by the Cloud & her tears °
