Caveat: I sometimes have diarrhea of the mouth and constipation of ideas…
~ Queen B
Once you’ve turned your back on me
Like the sun to the willow tree
Alas this love will not grow or thrive
For the bees have abandoned their hive
I am darkness where once I was light,
Alas nothing can grow in the night!
To many a wonder, to me, my own
Blunder, how I fall for fools
One life through many mistakes.
A child is born from the fires
Ashes like a phoenix
by, Queen B