PENSATIVA

honey I don’t want to use you

let me be free

honey I don’t want to control you

let me be me

Honey I don’t want to talk about it

let’s just sleep

honey I’m so sad

I wanna come home

But there’s no house for me

nothing there but a planted seed

lovely flowers don’t bloom on

brittle ground

the nectar’s sweet

you know bee’s only flock to honey

grow me a garden

and I’ll come running back.

-R.Troup