🌠I wanted it, I craved for it, I desired it
It's pleasure tasted like a fresh honey
Gotten from the beehive

🌠The consequences and implications stared at me in the face
For a little mistake could lead to
Getting stung by those crazy bees
Yet I brushed it off

🌠It's buzzing sound was enough of a warning
To let me know they were dangerous
Yet my hungry for a fresh and new taste grew
Thus caused me to be adamant to the warning

🌠I was finally stung
With a loud scream and cry I knew it had happened
Like a heavy thud
I dashed to the floor wishing the ground could open

🌠And take away this unbearable pain
Or just open itself and allow me dive deep within
Unfortunately there are certain things you can't run from
I have to face this head on.