She begins with honey
Sweet and sticks to you like glue
She'll always be there
To hug and to hold
When the world seems as if it were
Crumbling into pieces
Finer than sand
She'll always be there
When you turn the other cheek and pretend
Not to see her
She'll always be there
When the pressure in your chest
Swells like a balloon
And she will stick to you
Like honey on a wooden spoon
When you learn to breathe and to walk again
YOU ARE READING
Reflections
Non-FictionThis piece reflects events in my life. Nothing in particular, just what I feel.
