life is the flower for which love is the honey.
a soul so sweet, like honey; born of bees and wildflowers. golden and pure. her eyes captivated my world; her hair glowed in the firelight like a dream.
the most wicked sins always taste the sweetest. as i cry and plead for you to stay, i realise how much easier it is to eat the honey, than it is to keep the bee.
(she/her)
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marzipanpills
Jul 03, 2022 04:49AM
i’ve rapid-fire posted more of my writings in a new book, titled “all the words left unsaid. ” hope you enjoy, and hope this makes up for my dormancy during the last few months.View all Conversations
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
I call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my...