QueenBee

I write a lot of stuff

About my friends.

I write a lot of stuff 

About anything,

Everything,

Under the sun I could

Possibly dream up or

Imagine.

But you?

Somehow

What if I never find it?

What if all of this is for nothing?

I've been hurt by caring before.

It's easier not to...but it's been a freedom for me.

I don't want to give that up.

I want to take the next step.

Here you lie,

Upon the grass,

Clover disguising your fragile body.

Far away from your nest and kin,

How did you get here?

Ruining your innocence

Ruining mine

Comes the wheel - 

When I find

That maybe I don't love it anymore -

When I lost the spark

When I realized

I don't really care

If I make it,

Or don't -

It scares me.

I wander around at practice,

Walking through a field of dandelions

Clinging to my wish,

Clutched in one hand,

Wondering what on earth

I could possibly ask this field of dandelions for.

Should I ask

He raises his hands,

And as our cue,

We begin our dance -

Instruments,

Communicating,

It's like we can talk to each other

Through the song.

He claps his hands twice -