Death story;

Fly away, bee.
Mom and Dad will understand.
Brother and sister will solve your puzzle.
The outer shell of your being was a lie.

Go, be free.
Love the unlovable.
Talk to the speechless.
Your soft eyes warm the hearts of many.
And your personality affects those miles away.

The best thing that ever happened to a lot of people.
Love, is what you did.
Kindness is what you had.
Courage is what you seeked and found.

You’re little stinger was just begging to form.
We all must understand your lack of presence.
Your heart was beyond ours.
You we’re not normal.
No, you were an angel.
And in these past years, we were all so blind as too seeing this.

Now that you have left us
We sit in sorrow yearning for your epiphany,
When we are the ones in need of our own.
Our eyes should be opened to the specialty of each human.
We’ll let you carry on your pursuit of happiness