I held that bee inside my palms
Felt 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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The Poetry Collection ♡ Republished
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...