forevermore; poetry

bumblebee

black and yellow fellows

flying around the hive,

searching for flowers and nectar

providing pollen to keep them alive.

the nectar used to make sweet honey,

which is stolen from them & make famers money.

'honey',

that's what i referred to you as,

but like what they provide,

you had a sharp sting like a bee has.

you are my sweetness,

& you are my pain.

you are the flavour of my life

& every thought in my brain.

but now, my bumblebee,

you fly free

in a sky of blue

& you should know

everyday i miss you.

- monty