If I was a bee,
no one would get my honey.
It's so sweet,
it's not even funny.
I love all flowers,
as bees do.
But the one I love most,
is you.
I'll take all the sweetness,
and bring it back.
So that in dark days,
we will never lack.
Maybe if you're kind,
you'll get a taste.
But don't spill,
that would be a waste.
I tell you,
if I was a bee.
There would be no flower I wouldn't see.
But I'm no bee, you see.
I'm simply dreamy me.
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Clouds of sighs and longings; Rainfall of misery. Lightning of restlessness; Rumbling thunder of fears. Stream of solemn dreams; Mount of complexities.
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Stunning bed of well-foliated carpet blooms; Vivid hues of yellow, pink and apple blossom. Ashen rose beneath the forest's hovering gloom, With its spines, dearly I hold nigh my bosom.
It's written in the sky with clouds. It's written in a child's smile. It's written in the flowers too. It's written in the morning dew. It's everywhere you choose to see.
My drug can be common. My drug can be old. My drug comes in sizes. My drug can't be sold. My drug is addictive. My drug is so whole. My drug has no bounds. My drug can't be stole. My drug has no...
our souls mix together in clouds of powder paint, and we're mixed forever, in our little world, so quaint.
Reflect in the water, A wavery moon. Reach out and grab, It ripples all too soon. Shine on my pillow, A sliver of white. Look up for its base, It's gone out of sight. Look in the sky, A rising sun.
. I'm not really sure where it lies, Perhaps some- where behind your eyes.
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