Stuck Like a Bee

Like a sweet honey bee to a flower.

Hour after hour

I’m stuck on certain people

That are not so stuck on me.

I wonder and wonder

With all my brain power,

If this is how life will always be.

They say it’s a drag, an unfortunate flaw.

And over and over

I deny that it’s tragedy

But the more it makes me sour,

The more I start to see

The truth and the sadness in my own reality.bee-on-flower.jpg.838x0_q67_crop-smart.jpg

 

 

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