Drought
I've been without your pollination
for quite some time now
I'm just an untouched flower
begging to be doused upon
I fear you
because you've made me weak
I crave your magic
Yet I hate when you speak
You talk about leaving again
spreading your wings and flying
there are some many new flowers
spouting you say
why miss out on it
but didn't me and you just lie down together?
How can you just hop to the next
I thought I was your best
I guess I'm just like the rest
It's sad really
because I too see the other bees
flaunting their wings at me
waiting to pollinate my seeds
but I only want you
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