He came with his dart and cryptic smile
Landing too close to my hidden flowers
I watched him there for a little while
Pondering which precious cake to devour
Finally noticing me near his wings,
He whispered a sultry, soft, soothing song
A buzzing that made my broken heart sing
His honey glazed touch felt terribly wrong
A fiery venom rushed through my blood
Slow motions of pain crept under my skin
Currents of poison created a flood
Of instant numbing and stinging within
He left his reminder inside of me
Now I'm carrying the sting of a bee
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