if you’ve ever been stung by a bee
you know it brings pain
it brings sharp unwanted misery,
nothing like the rain.
rain brings feelings, which mold thoughts which mold words,
you left me, took flight, as would a bird.
if you were a bird then i choked on your feathers,
trying to revive us despite this dark dark weather.
you want to keep those dark clouds in your mind?
or would you rather disguise yourself with distasteful leather.
the season has changed, and so has your wit,
boy, who would’ve ever known you could throw such a fit.
you lash out with uncertainty, you should be punished,
as should a bee after a sting, feeling redundant.
but how would i know, oh
you didn’t?
i’ve never been stung by a bee,
funny isn’t it
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
if you’ve ever been stung by a bee
you know it brings pain
it brings sharp unwanted misery,
nothing like the rain.
rain brings feelings, which mold thoughts which mold words,
you left me, took flight, as would a bird.
if you were a bird then i choked on your feathers,
trying to revive us despite this dark dark weather.
you want to keep those dark clouds in your mind?
or would you rather disguise yourself with distasteful leather.
the season has changed, and so has your wit,
boy, who would’ve ever known you could throw such a fit.
you lash out with uncertainty, you should be punished,
as should a bee after a sting, feeling redundant.
but how would i know, oh
you didn’t?
i’ve never been stung by a bee,
funny isn’t it
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