My Busy Busy Bee - Poem by Twilight Whispers
Look at you, my busy busy bee!
Flying all over the place, busy busy busy.
I wonder how you find time for me, to make me smile again.
But then I realised, you were there for me all along.
You’re flying around everywhere, everywhere I thought you’d never go.
But at least, I know, that you will always come flying back to me.
All I have to do is call, and you’re there by my side,
Making all my troubles disappear.
You’ll fly to me and tell me, “You’ll be alright again, you’ll see.”
And I believe you and it works - soon enough I’m back to me.
I’m smiling. I’m happy.
I wish I could stay in your arms; because I’d feel safe there. Free from all my worries.
But what happens when you fly away forever? What will I do?
I won’t see you again. And when I call, you won’t hear me.
Because we’ll be in two very different worlds. We’ll be apart.
My feelings of euphoria will float away into nothingness and I’ll cry for you…
Will you fly back to me, my busy busy bee?
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