unfinished : Honey Come Home.

All these words -
hopes, dreams,
secrets, whispers,
things i wish i'd said -
Swarm around my
head like
bees around their
honey home.
Couldn't stop them
even if I tried.
Pour it in a bottle
but it will burn your
fingers.
These silly bees dont
sleep. Not even when
I do.
You want to chase them
away for me?
I wouldnt either.
Might get stung.
Baby, I tried, i did.
but you needed steadier
footing and I needed to
cry a little longer.
Everything reminds me
of you.
Especially the honey (bees)