Poetry · Writing

winnie; mad man

you taste like honey

in my memories you taste like honey

honey trust me i’ll be your pot

keep you safe

in all of our haste

everything we have faced

never stopped to put them in their place

it was all not a waste

attached at the waist

at your side i could never be erased

tell them all that i am that man

a lover a single dedicated brand

crowd pleaser one you always have to stan

i’ve been that man

this is the ground plan

i gave up being that madman

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