One day you will grow tired of others disappointing you,
You'll grow weary of their lies as you now they're never true.One day you will realise these people are truly burdens,
And in that moment you will want to stop hurting.I think I stopped caring when I realise they won't be there,
And in an instant I realised I really shouldn't care.Because frankly if their hearts don't desire anything good,
Then I should never complain about being misunderstoodAfter realising this sadness my feelings were taken off the shelve,
And finally I started trying to impress yourself.
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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.