Feelings flee
Faster than a bee in a
Blinding rage falling from
Its beehive, once upon a time,
High up in a tree.
Cravings come too and
Consume mind and body
Overing stepping boundaries
Running amuck creating guilt that
Cripples the feelings into
Submission.
Heart still beats for him
Frightened into a cave of
Fear from longing...
Whimpering in the corner of
Darkness, shrouding natural
Instincts made to make us
Cower from guilt and insecurity.
These feelings flee
Faster than a bee in a
Drunken rage flying away from
Its last flower conquered and
Covered in pollen.
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