My HONEY Bun
55My HONEY Bun:
My HONEY Bun:
My Honey Bun quit me again last night, with sugar
and spices she cook up a storm. It was a delightful
to say I can not take the pain of losing you.
She released me at the drop of a word, a spoken word
that flew from my mouth, faster than the twinkling of
her eyes. Emotionally, and a change in her voice, a
signal I will never forget, It was creepy as if I was the
killer in the scary movie.
My honey bun quit me again last night. Our first kiss
might as well be our last. Her kiss raised the hair on the
back of my neck and the palms of my hands went
completely dry. She knows I am a perfect gentleman,
I open the door, help her put her coat on.and truly whisper
the things in her ear that make her blush from ear to ear.
At home and at work they notice a big difference, her present
sets off a glow that enhances the air that surrounds her. If I call
her and listen to her conservation, you will here her friends asking
who is that on the phone. Could it be that "MAN" the gentlemen
who have you spelled bond or who text you by day and during the
night. "Girl who is that man." Where are you going next time.
She tells me where she is going and where she have been it's a
family tradition that has been handed down from generation.
My respect and support is always there, yet she cries automatic
when she sees the good that is done, from holding her hands.
She will speak her mind before the light changes green, no
caution is need, no time to react. My honey bun quit me again
last night.
So, why am I wiping the mist from my eyes. She wanted everything
and all I had was me!
My talk, my walk, my speech reflects her inter beauty.
She is the love that I chose to be with! But, however,
the quiting has taken a told on me.
Silence is now golden, I watch my words and express
myself with a long handled spoon. I do not understand
why she feel the need to leave me at a drop of a simple
word.
My heart as been pounding from the left to the right. My blood
pressure is higher, and my eyes stays red all because my
honey bun quit me again last night.
She calls me "buttercup" for now,
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