not bees that drown in honey

we are witchcraft and wizardry

we breathe dreams in color

people of blood and silver

children of Disneyland

we are bubbles of love,

flooding gates in passion and

naughty giggles.

our sky is not blue

it's pink, purple, yellow, orange heaven

it's the opposite of sad stuff,

we're unicorn spirits in our head, our heart

we are not bees that drown in honey

we are the wind that sprouts flowers

not cool chills on a dark night,

but the warmth of hot chocolate