My metaphor was drawn from bees,
You seemed to stay forever.
Now you're not the one I want to please,
And I'm tired of being clever.
One said that you're what you eat,
You should eat more and better,
Fetch yourself a lot of sweets,
To be more sweet and fatter.
I made a gift to your pretense,
I've tried to live forever.
And you're not the friend indeed,
You're my sins - all seven!
2 января 2013
My metaphor was drawn from bees
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