• jacob_howdagee 5w

    Lost Honey

    I was waiting for a hand
    To catch up with mine
    But my hand was left catching
    December's cold

    I look over to the place
    where she used to stand
    Not even a fallen pedal
    But her scent still remains

    So I followed the bees
    and I saw what was out there
    But none of those flowers
    Were familiar to me

    Where's the flower
    I had picked everyday?

    Who's nectar had
    the sweetest taste?
    Who's colors were unique
    In every way?

    I'll keep wishing
    For her scent to stay

    But where's the flower
    I had picked everyday?