Peter was rough.
He was like sand grinding against my skin,
Tearing it apart as my tears fell.
I knew I had to let him go,
For to keep him it was my heart
I was to sell.
Though Peter was like an empty void,
He taught me how be brave,
And withstand the wave.
But Peter left then came John.
John was tender and kind.
His heart was as pure as the rain for heaven,
I think he'd been like this since he was seven.
But johns heart was to soft and I broke him.
Like Peter I scrapped and tore his pale skin.
Like Peter I was rough like the malefic sand,
And I cried for it wasn't planned.
But with pride I allowed Alexander in.
Alexander was who he wanted to be,
He was a bird that was cut free.
He was reckless but I was now rough yet pure,
He would laugh at me for that was obscure.
But I stayed until he wrecked himself,
Now his a distant memory on a shelve.
But then she came.
She was a girl more reckless than him,
But yet too pure that it was no sin.
She was pure as the heavens rain,
But too rough for me to tame.
She was the one that didn't destroy me.
For she was the one that was rough as a bee,
Ever so kind yet so bloody reckless
For she was the one who wasn't so senseless.
You see she,
She was me.
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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.
