poetry

A _Z poetry

A lot of changes in my life story making my life full of love its gory

Blunder and falls along the ways shading in my auburn days

cloves of mint in my tea was a treat mom used that none could beat

dandy lions in a field of grass where i saw that demon disguised as a young lass

every kids every dream to fall in love with moonshines beam

falling for love was such a gift but falling out it caused a rift

growing up was growing rough i wanted to die for living is all too tough

having friends and having love combined when i fell for my Hailie, she fit like a glove

Incinerate my heart with passion in my throat my heart was trapped in

jokingly sang and jokingly flirt jokingly joking it kinda hurt

kidding to myself how could she love me that beautiful butterfly and i a mere bee

lonely was me and a bee as well but all a bee wants is his own little honey well

my life i was told i am not good all i am is some little hood

never ever will i find my own honey that i can call mine unless I make big money

oh but i showed them didnt i honey? cause mine is the sweetest mine is oh so funny

pan and proud is what we scream, my girl asking for just one more jelly bean

quietly she sneaks one more i jokingly say oh for sure

rough and tough i claimed to be when i thought i was just a honey bee

she showed me the way she showed me a mirror and i saw what she saw all through the years

to believe my eyes was surely a surprise when i saw a butterfly staring back into my eyes

underneath the cloth woven by others there was a butterfly underneath those bee-skin covers

very carefully i peeled them off and showed my honey the new woven cloth

with  care and compassion she taught me that every bee is a butterfly and every butterfly a bee

xylophone music tingling free as i realized the love i held for thee a true love no bee had felt a true love in that butterfly pelt

zebra coats and lions too every one can be a butterfly... even you.

(extra) so when you feel that all is lost and you cant beat it and its all for not try try again because remember every bee is a butterfly and every butterfly...a wasp.