Honey Bee

by Everlasting   Mar 17, 2016


Honey,
when will be the day,
bees will not sting my day?
When them,
will buzz a wedding bell,
And not a buzz of chaotic rage?
I know,
the saccharine of your soul,
the sugary warmth of your touch,
has been stolen by this hands.
and so, they feel threaten,
for I have stolen
the nectar of their home.

Written by: Lucero L.

Submission date:2012-12-23
Last edit:2012-12-24

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  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hello Lucero. A clever write here. I do have some suggestions though.

    "When them will buzz" - should this be(e!) "when will they buzz"? and "has been stolen by this hands" - "these hands" perhaps?

    Aside from that, I truly marvel at the way your mind works!

    All the best,
    Ben

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