the one little bee bit me.

pit me up

against my me.



tea. for three. now serves only me.

for thee, has been a destroyer to my kind handles and controls



you drank coors.

i smiled as a child .




for reasons coldy draw that in my childish state I saw

that star that told me such a nursery rhyme

and said that if i should give it time,

some will would have me find

that stories make life chime


and
together in ******* cohesion
with knotted roots of profusion
and exstactic empathofusion moving.

and

the story was you. with your coors.

twinkle said the star and I hungered and sang through all time
to hear such another nursery rhyme
only to get the buckled pang

from my empty state of mind.

Everything I ever wanted, you held tight in your hands,
And you pressed your heart into mine and said, "Don't let go."
I tried; I promised you that I'd never hurt you,
But now you're standing in the rain, mourning my retreat.
My dear, I never meant to betray your heart so coldy,
But you and I just weren't what my soul craved.
I tried to return to you but my weariness won,
And so I left you all alone, with no one but yourself.

chilly coldy cold
**** the slush on roadside drives
taste the dust of icey eyes
lips of frost and glacial heart
snowy life  
cold colder coldest
what the ****