Bees in Migration | Paper Flowers

I write poems of anger Thoughts, frustrations Joy and fear As a means of putting out The words that come and swarm in My head like bees In migration. They don’t understand However that these thoughts Are fleeting moments That I cling to desperately In search of paper To give it a home. So that it’s not forgotten In the chaos of eternity. But you, sit there with Eyes flickering by each word In a desperate search for meaning Formulating ideas and impressions Of my cold writer. And I’m here to tell you, Leave her be. Don’t use me as a means to Hold the conversations that Haven’t come into existence. Making assumptions To feel something that’s not there Let the bees eat in peace On the flower warmed By the delicate dancing Sun.