you are bitter, Honey

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you are a bee
your colors either black or yellow
never in-between
and the pollen which surrounded me
made me sicker than you could see
your lies which tasted like honey
and your truth that stung me deep
then we parted when coolness set
but even without you
I'll still love spring

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