I held that bee inside my palmsFelt it's wings beat my skin like drums
It buzzed and buzzed as I looked around
But even still, there was no beauty to be found
The colors were the same and so was the smell
Nothing was bad, it was just well.
The grass smelled like grass and the sky was still blue
But I thought I was missing something; the world was askew.
It was supposed to be beautiful, but nothing changed
I felt as though I was wrong or estranged
Because they said I'd see beauty, something new
But I'm beginning to think that wasn't true.
The bee didn't bring me beauty or freshness
And the things I saw just seemed restless.
They told me beauty was in the eye of the bee holder,
But I think those liars had chips on their shoulders.
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Death Threats ♡ poetry
PoetryThrough years of building secrets and multiple lives, I've collected all of this poetry. The first random person to actively support my online poetry ended up sending me death threats a few months after I began assembling my first collection. I bloc...