The HiveA Poem by Y.F.He could always hear them buzzing all around like bees in a hive stuck inside his head
He could never stop them even if he tried their sticky gooey nectar keeps him paralyzed
Sweet as they may be his future is but sour doomed to always be their king without a throne
Tainted lusty stingers make no sence at all in this busy intersection he'll always be alone © 2009 Y.F. |
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1 Review Added on July 24, 2009 AuthorY.F.Do not disturb me, I'm already disturbed. ;)About**I don't really use this account anymore - keeping it open to preserve the existing content, but might close it in the future.** I've been writing throughout the vast majority of my life, mostly b.. more..Writing
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