Honeybee Love,
I could be your honeybee love,
I could buzz around you all day, please don't be annoyed.
I can bring you flowers in May, after the Spring Rain.
And bring you apples in the Fall, as the leaves fall.
Only if you promise that we can get apple cider donuts before we leave!
All while we pick out pumpkins together, to carve for Halloween.
Though I'm never the type to carve mine.
Give thanks and have Christmas together.......
But means the start of Winter, and the cold
But don’t you worry love
I know how to survive.
You’ll hear me coming, it’s not a long wait honey.
Honey, we won’t go extinct.
-ej
About the Creator
Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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