The Bees

It’s the quickest ones

They sting hard when they’re spoken

And stay forever.

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Never truly heal

May get better, be okay.

But I’m always scarred.

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Everybody hurts.

The bees, they strike everyone.

Never relenting.

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We have power, though.

Power to just love instead.

Destroy our own hive.

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Bees, they live always

We can’t stomp them out for good

But always we love.