HoneyComb

Sweeter than honey.

She stings worse than a bee.

Her laughter, a collaboration among 

the muses and Mother Nature, a melody of its own.

Do not call her a harlot or she will turn into a wasp 

turning your words into a stinger that she'll use against you. 

Sweeter than honey.

She stings worse than a bee.

Her eyes will do the talking if you let them.

Do not look into her eyes unless you are able to prepare 

for what they might say.

Sweeter than honey.

She stings worse than a bee.

This page and these journals are all her hives,

an expansion of a sort of home.

These Strokes upon the page, 

these words within this message, 

serve as a warning when you disrupt her peace. 

Sweeter than honey.

She stings worse than a bee, but only if you prompt her.

“Sometimes I just want to be left be”

“I've tried being your queen, 

but you have ignored my rules by reign. 

I've stopped being sweet now you must accept the bitter. “

Sweeter than honey.

She stings worse than a bee.

“Being the you, your younger self ‘could have wanted’

 without faults, little flaws, 

trying to keep up the charade burns me out.”

But you can't have bitter without the sweet 

Sweeter than honey.

She stings worse than a bee.

How does one understand sweets without 

being introduced to bitter?

She stings worse than a bee.

 bees only sting to protect. 

Sweeter than honey cuz she's met the bitter taste of lemon.