A Honey-pot of Sadness

I need a honey-pot of sadnessOf hot blankets and sticky tearsI need to taste its rich silenceAnd feel its brazen smears   I need a honey-pot of sadnessTo adorn my gold-gloomed criesI need the emotions to caressMy rusted soul with sweet ties I need a honey-pot of sadnessTo touch the warmth of a slashI need toContinue reading “A Honey-pot of Sadness”

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