the Ant has its place
along with the Spider

a Bee is understood
to be on its journey

a sister lost to man
man who misunderstands

a spiritual awakening
the female;  Queen

a conduit for love
force for goodness

a child at play
a time for Butterflies

no words.

I have no words

though I suppose by saying I don't I do.

No clever alliteration. No poetic narrative.

Just hollowness

and a heavy head

And a want to cry, but the tears wont come.

Noah Kahan is right.

I filled the hole in my head

Forgot how to cry

but the pain still exists

and nothing is different

i thought if i reached the end, everything would be better

but its all the same.

I asked her out on a date,
Never thought I would get any hate,
Turned around to look at the clock,
Never expected I would get blocked.

He was glowing in my eyes
A blazing star that could never die
So bright that he made me cry