Devon Williams Honey
Oh, tell me honey, I've the willingness to know. you
think it's funny. Oh no, you'd tell me so, you wouldnt
make me wonder. Oh, with a kiss. I'd never ask for more.
I'm bending all the words you're sending. Oh no, if I
unfold, well, how long can I wonder? I hear night-birds,
from all corners of my room. With a motion, that'll never
stir the page?
