To be a bee


I Ache and torment my heart,
Knowing that were a part, kills me
why can't I just be a bee, to fly
for only if i could try.

Busy and consumed with work
flowers is where I lurk, then go
going to and fro, real fast,
but that surely wouldn't last.

Because as a bee i'd have 1 hundred eyes
in my mind is where she lyes, comfortable
1 hundred she'd be in multiple, why
now I want to cry.