When I'm with you
It's like old honey
in a glass jar
so slow and sunny
Molten golden
nature flowing
But still, I see
where this is going
I'm not the apple
of your eye
Fruit rots and dies
Once it has fallen
A busy bee
Must spread his pollen.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
When I'm with you
It's like old honey
in a glass jar
so slow and sunny
Molten golden
nature flowing
But still, I see
where this is going
I'm not the apple
of your eye
Fruit rots and dies
Once it has fallen
A busy bee
Must spread his pollen.
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