Nectar that soothes and leaves me
a-blossom.
Your words drip slow and syrupy,
like honey,
from your lips.
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 11:58 PM UTC
Nectar that soothes and leaves me
a-blossom.
Your words drip slow and syrupy,
like honey,
from your lips.
Do I deserve your kindness? Your admiration? Your love?
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