I wanted to be,
just to be…

And I was.

But I was
not what I wanted to be:

a little bee,
buzzing and buzzing,
from here and there
in search of a flower,
with the nectar,
with the saccharine sweetness
of a kiss,
that’ll help me make honey,
sweet honey,
out of this life,

I live.

But instead,
I was the flower,
with colorful petals,
in a garden full with trees,
that blossomed in happiness
and eventually,
was found
by a bee

Written by: L.L.
May 15, 2015


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