A million thoughts buzzing,
like a bee hive.
Some dripping delicious honey
Some carrying poison on a sting
They all hum with beating wings
And make promises of a dance
My five eyes cannot see
Hush little bee, be quiet for me.
Can we hurry up and get to the part where I don’t have to be a strong independent woman anymore. I really just want to be taken care of, I w...
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