honey cataracts
syrup glazed morning
my sweetened perception
it stings
ouch.
converses in daisy fields
copper tinged sun
ambrosia on our tongues
as we both
never revealed
what was of us
the crumbles of our hopes
hum with the carnage of insects
the foundation underneath
rumbles our honeycomb prison
barefoot in daisy fields
boys on the run
icarus, fly to the sun
as we both
burn
what was left of us
honey cataracts
sunshine in my glasses
your sweetened deception
it stings
ouch.
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