He's a delicate flower, surrounded by a crowd of bees. His disguise falters, his pollen shaped heart out in the open. The bees fighting his pollen, swarming him. Until the last bee is left, who has gained his pollen.-mommamafia
:) finally reached my 100th poem. This poem is kind of complicated, but if you get it that's great 🙃
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poems to myself ✔️
Поезіяuncovering me, whole and honestly. Just expressing my feelings and thoughts. Highest rank #51 in poetry (12/04/17) #1 in expressyourself 6/5/18
