Air through the sheets of'
Innocence, a daisy pure.
An owl's call and star filled sky,
A sneaky liquor sipped goodbye.
Five were there, but
two young ones
blossomed in the rich summer air.
The golden girl who's sweet
demise was a
soldier's love, but she never knew
Emotion taught behind thin glass,
Her heart was unprotected.
Never did those flower
petals nestle in
a hornet's nest.
In seconds it was steamy passion
wrapped in shiny, new, fresh
paper, but later
When the sting had settled in,
a frozen lie cuffed her pale hands.
Just a jest, the hornets buzzed,
But prayed that they could still be