Drought

I've been without your pollination for quite some time now I'm just an untouched flower begging to be doused upon I fear you because you've made me weak I crave your magic Yet I hate when you speak You talk about leaving again spreading your wings and flying there are some many new flowers spouting you say why miss out on it but didn't me and you just lie down together? How can you just hop to the next I thought I was your best I guess I'm just like the rest It's sad really because I too see the other bees flaunting their wings at me waiting to pollinate my seeds but I only want you