honeybee

i was a glass beach, and you finally found me, after all the waves crushed the ugly, my shores were pretty, and that is all you see, the pristine and carefree, not the broken bottles i arranged to make tea, not the silent days, i worked in agony, just so you would come back, to visit me, just for you to say, i like the honey, not the honeybee, well, i'm the honeybee, maybe it's from my greed, please tell me that the things i've done, make your heart beat, pick me up and send me off, to love the ones you seek, then pull me back and set me down, to crush my little wings, i'm the honeybee.