Drowning in Honey
By Spoot
Sweet honeyed words on the tip of your tongue. Up to my neck in thick, golden lies, brewed to perfection in the wax catacombs of your bitter soul, crafted to fool me. The mellifluous deceptions of love gone wrong. My lips are sealed with poisonous syrup, silencing me from speaking out against your hollow, sugarcoated promises. Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 12:07 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Sweet honeyed words on the tip of your tongue...."