We had to write a poem about an animal
in poetry class the other day,
And I didn't know what topic to choose,
so of course I wrote about you:
A bee flies in front
of my window,
Beating its wings against the glass,
Willing it to break like my heart.
It reminds me of you, even just
for a split second,
for a year it's been since
Cupid stabbed that arrow in my back.
Bees are a funny sort of creature,
The kind I'd run from like it was us,
You used to laugh with every buzz
that sent me flying.
Fly, fly, fly away
Bee—away from me.
Comments
I know how it is to have a prompt in front of you, but be so distracted by something or someone else that you have to find a work-around in order to get out your feelings at the same time. You managed that very effectively!
Thank you!
This is a beautiful poem, never stop writing!
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