This is my first poem i've written in a long time.
I hope you like it.
Giving ones trust is like giving it to a Bee,
It can sting you in the back or just fly away free.
Oh fly away free you've now stung me in the back,
So just leave me be.
Bee's arent the victums in this Treachery,
For it was humans that've done the most damage to me.
Bees sting with there stingers,
Like people sting with there toungs.
So many words of regret,
So many times i've been stung.