In my mind I have a hive
where a million bees live and thrive.
The killer bees have left, they've gone
I have no need, what's done is done.

The honey bees, that now I keep
so sickly sweet, they let me sleep.
The bees and I now live as one,
they'll follow me when I am gone.

Each one of them and from above
a little sting, from me with love.
So sickly sweet into your mind,
memories of me are all you'll find.

So every day that you live on,
equal days that I am gone.
See, suddenly it all made sense,
A life of pain,
your recompense.

Poetry by Kaydee

If your lips are roses,
soft and sweet with dew,
Then your arms around me,
are ivy or kudzu.

Your eyes are wildflowers,
their beauty so unique.
The first time that I saw them,
I forgot how to speak.

Your smile is sunshine,
on a blue-sky day,
Your laughter is sunset,
Made of colors I can’t convey.

Your thoughts are dandelions,
After a springtime rain,
Sprouting, budding, blooming,
And filling up your brain.

And your kisses, they plant seeds,
In my mind and on my skin,
always helping me grow,
And find my strength within.

So If you are a garden,
May I be a bumblebee?
To take what you offer,
And turn it to honey?

Bring sweetness to your life,
And help your garden grow,
You do the same for me,
Probably more than you know.

I’ll try to be sunshine,
When the clouds are gray.
I’ll be a cool breeze,
On a too-hot day.

If you let me in your garden,
I’ll help tend the weeds,
And shower you with love,
Anytime that you need.