I once knew this beautiful Bee well she was a girl but I liked to call her B. And I often hoped she thought of me the way Bees think of flowers when the weather turns to spring. But in her life the good couldn’t pollinate. Negative thoughts took over her mind like America did colonies. She was dedicated to life.
Such an amazing working bee.
She had visions of crowns that would fit her like queen. Oh Bey…Once I just wanted to be by her side, call me king.
Oh Bey…Once I just wanted to be by her side, call me king. Empires from the hornets nest and thrones formed by seeds. But she often set back and wondered if what she thought was real love was going exinct.
Just like the Bees…
Live for me B
Oh men, how do we destroy all the beautiful things. That’s a statement not a question. I hope I realize all the important things. Beautiful B I want to give you flowers every week so you’ll never be endangered. Show you there’s real energy in what you are morphing into like a Power Ranger. This is a bugs life, and we really miss the pureness of the 90’s. See he wanted you for one night like a shot of whiskey. I wanted you for a season like Summer could go on forever and all wanted to drink was ice tea. In the hottest parts of the Sunshine you are lemonade to me. You tell me everything because you know I don’t tell anyone anything. You tell me anything because you know hearing your voice is everything. Beautiful Bee, oh B I wish you knew how beautiful you could Be. You are designed amazing to me. You have some darkness wrapped around you. But never forget you are covered in gold and dipped in honey. It’s not your fault he never learned to treasure hunt or doesn’t have a sweet tooth. I want to taste your nectar and lick your truth. Men, oh how we destroy all the beautiful things. Beautiful Bee, oh B I wish you knew how beautiful you could Be. You are designed amazing to me. You have some darkness wrapped around you. But never forget you are covered in gold and dipped in honey.