You know sometimes life is hard.
You wake up with your heart scarred.
It's going to get better,
life's only an adventure.
Gas tank is low. Flowing check by check. Bills receiving daily.
Nevertheless we need saving.
Words thrown recklessly.
Not at all recognition seriously!?
This sweet honey pours past my heart. The bitterness from you is tart.
I come to you with struggles
face full of puddles.
Why?
All the sighs lies and cries.
If we haven't done anything but try. That's all we face right?
Like an oxyclean info mercial. Oh wait theres more!
What else do you think we can conjure? Waiting for the bee man to come and steal my happiness.
Let's destroy your spirit he says.
I'm just waiting I guess.
I sleep silent.
I stay quite.
I try to tell.
It ends up in a yell.
Are my friends my friends?
Or enemies waiting to begin.
I feel bad for feeling bad.
Every hurt in the world makes me sad. When the bees die, I won't just sigh.
I can't tell anyone this.
Rather as a hug they would take it as a fist.
I don't know. I'll just bleed into the floor. What I am saying means nothing.
But what I feel means something more.
I hurt for you.
It's not just a few.
The world is my present weight.
I'm just waiting for heaven to open my gate.
What is love?
Something from above?
Or something rough.
Something painful or something we pray for?
Do we all go through It?
Or does it pass some of us?
All these questions that I ask are beneath the mask.
Honesty is pure yet it's something I fear.
I go through life as if it were a lie.
Appreciating life all while hoping to die. Once again I'll sigh.
For my brother bees. Who fell beneath. Working for a dream that they'll never achieve.
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Edit
PoetryThis is for when the original is not enough or satisfing. When change is wanted. When the finished product is not up to their standards. When your told to not be you. You can only be you not anyone else cause everybody else is already taken. And som...
