She fly's back and forth,
like a million different bees,
and the sweetness that she produces isn't the key.
His love that springs up,
has caught a leak, and formed a clot,
and now can't seem to please,
not even her cold heart.
She watermarks his heart with unwilling ease,
and catches his beats like a stethoscope flea.
His breaking point has no limit on it,
so he tracks behind her,
hoping the aroma of his words would spread on her,
like some ivy to a tree.
She nods her head in recognition of his efforts,
but she knows this muscle and the memory it holds,
and yearns for nothing like him.
So they prance around these shaky waters
aiming to exist,
while keeping one eye closed and the other on the water,
one will sink and one will swim.
-M
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