Bee.Lover

Bee.Lover

VT

15 years old

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Loves

  • Standards

    Anxiety is encircling my fingers,

    Every move I feel a twitch. 

    This pain is nothing new

    And now my heart has a stitch. 

     

    I didn't want to break your heart

  • not missing you

    I don't know why I texted you

    Spontaneously last night. 

    Usually I set up some elaborate plan, 

    So I can do everything right. 

     

    You're failing school, 

    Well guess what?—So am I,

  • why

    I don't have a favorite word, 

    And I used to think I liked them all. 

    But my whole body starts to fall, 

    At the small whisper of why. 

     

    Why are you crying?

    Why do you hide?

  • writer's block

    My computer is dead again, 

    It's another excuse not to write. 

    My hand is cramping from playing, 

    But all the songs don't sound right. 

     

    They don't quite understand it, 

  • Guitar Girl

    Guitar Girl

     

    She plays guitar 

    She writes songs

    She lives not far

    And I could stay there all day long

     

    She ties back her hair

    And hides her insecurities 

  • the answer

    "Why are you sad, my dear?"

    My mother asks me again and again, 

    But my mouth won't open; you can't hear

    the words that are caught in a cold, metal chain. 

     

    I can't tell her how hard I yearn