Sweet as Honey

An old poem I made it might be like a half year old.

Love is like honey.

It can be so sweet.

Sometimes you just need the money.

Something that makes your life complete.

 

But it can also be not in your taste.

It can be just something you left behind.

Something just got misplaced.

And is it something you have to get out of your mind.

 

Sometimes you can get rid of it.

Or it just stays with you because it’s so sticky.

Sometimes you come back for just a little bit.

But their tasty flavour can also be tricky.

Author's Note

As said, Old can have mistakes please ignore them :3

Reviews

[wordman]

don't sound like love to me true love has only one facet