The queen bee spreading its wings,
Knowing that she will be stings,
She still follows the flow,
Because she knows she can’t bow.
The queen bee trying her best,
Trying to make the love last,
It won’t because of lust,
But it all because of promise to make it must.
The queen bee feels like they’re far,
The fasting month doesn’t make them mar,
But the feeling inside getting low,
The path she create already getting slow.
The queen bee’s heart still full with his name,
Nobody’s should be blame,
She willing to suffer the endurance,
It already stated since her existence.
The queen bee just wants to live a normal life,
Flying without others throwing her dice,
She wants to love and being love,
And that is why she was sent from above.
The unfair life making the queen bee anguish,
Thousands obstacles aim her even when she eat sandwich,
She’s not that strong like others see her,
She just wants the male bee to sit near.
Now the queen bee is dreadful under the weather,
The bad nuisance making her feels like to meet the maker,
She can only urge that she can have some time,
To tell him that she’ll wait for him until him dim.
-Me-
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