honey boned

months flew by so quickly as if our bodies' souls were struck by lightening.

but our minds processed slowly but surely as if our brains were like the earths wind blowing a soft lullaby through- out the atmosphere

our eyes racing, scattering, ― diving deep down inside searching the surface

teeth showing shyly as we smirk about the good times and great little truths.

But...

I like to think that our hearts move like honey when we're in love.

― slow n' blissful.

As we create something new.

truth is; you are sweet sweet honey never ever dew.

-crislee c