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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?
© Jacob Jauregui
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?
© Jacob Jauregui
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