Sep 13, 2005 21:22
oh, when the day is blue
i'll sit here wondering about you
and how the pollen fell
all around your face in strange yellow patterns
but, i wasn't prepared for this . . .
when the morning came
the bees flew down and
wrapped themselves around me
and that's when i spoke the word
to have them trace your face for me in pollen
but, i wasn't prepared for this . . .