When The Bee Stings Poem by * Sunprincess *

When The Bee Stings



I traveled down the road of life
and met a liar, a cheater
and more than one manipulator
they displayed their colors,
like a rainbow on a summer's day
And since there was no more to say
we all went our separate ways
though I'm not worried about them
they will be sorry when the bee stings

Saturday, July 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: colors,rainbow
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