Saturday, June 17, 2017

Queen Bee

QUEEN BEE - Written by Carroll Bryant 



All she wanted was a pretty face
She didn’t care what was taking place
Inside my heart 

Messaging me everyday
Luring me in with her magical ways
She played me smart and she played me well
Broke my heart and left a trail
Of tears for others to follow
Damaged by a soul in her that is hollow
Shallow
What came first was her needs
What hurt worst was the blood
I bled
She made me bleed
With the words
She used
Like a razor
To cut me
And then she cut me off at the knees
Fired up her troops
On my head, career, she pooped
Stinking up the joint
Making sure to make her point
That she was queen bee
What hurt worse was the blood
I bled
She made me bleed
With the words
She used
Like a razor
To cut me
And then she cut off at the knees

All she wanted was a pretty face
She didn’t care what was taking place
Inside my heart

Inside of me



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