The worst part is when everyone leaves,
the light and joy stolen by thieves.
And then you acknowledge that you're alone.
and then your heart hardens just like a stone.
Then it gets worse because you start to think,
thoughts blazing you forget to blink.
A mind wondering on the worst you forget the best.
did you forget the swelling in your chest?
or the day he held your hand as you rest.
did you forget the day he said I love you,
and the way you smiled because it was true.
darling the worst isn't the alone,
but forgetting the love deep in your bones
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The Bees, The Honey & The Bears
PoetryPOETRY FOR; For the ones bound like the bees, The ones with a soul as everlasting and pure like honey, And the ones with a spirit as determined as a bear.
