«Poems From A Lost Soul»

honey

she calls me honey...
that's what the bees make
i give her all my love
but what if it's fake?
what if I try so hard?...
no no no..
dark thoughts
dark mind
clouded spaces
tired eyes
i sit and i rest
wanting her hand in mine..
these thoughts
the thoughts of fake love
are holding me back
like chains from a prison cell
she wouldn't lie to me
she knows me to well
the cold hands of sadness
reading at my soul
"GO AWAY I SAY"
but... my silence is never told
honey...
that's what the bees make
if love is the way it is
why would it be fake?

{You guys I'm fine I just like writing poems, It's for fun, nothing happened and too my love, my life itself, I love you}