Bee Sting

My heart is stinging.
As if i have been stung by a Bee.
Now the pain is free.

The hurt is no longer held inside,
I'm all alone
and i just continue to drone on, and on.

It feels like i've been struck with a Blade.
As memmories of you raid my heart

But your choice has been made
I won't plead, or beg
Instead it feels like i've lost a leg

One day you'll come back to me
would you let me hold you and mold are hearts togethor once more?
Welcoming you home, with tears of love and happiness?

Its what i dream of, you running back to my arms
But i know its just a dream.

Thank you for the time
now I feel like a mime
and this is my last line.