To you, you know the hornet’s sting

That ripples with pain through your skin

To her, you are the beast that sings

Never seeing her fragile pin

You shake the queen’s hive as you walk

With no regards to how you mock

 

You’re greedy as you sit there still

With nectar proving you’re the thief

The golden crystals make you ill

From karma in their hex motif

The grief you feel is for the best

For that was only nature’s test

 

Turn your head and maybe you’ll see

You’re the venom of every snake

Know her, for she is your queen bee

That only feels for your heartache

Ponder how life could be so grand

If only you had held her hand