Bees - It's getting dark, I am coming out to find you

It’s too late to hate you

air with freshness
the bees are chasing me
and you that didn’t want me

I shake the basil
to stop the bad
witches had tied you
but you still cracked me

It’s getting dark, I am coming out to find you
like a two day moon
closed shutters
How much I would want you to love me

I throw thyme on fires
the beauty’s are afflicting me
the beauty’s the murderess
and you that have forgotten me

Don’ be afraid if I cry
I have felt it before you disappeared
a bitterness in rose water
because you have been refusing the dream

I will throw where you walk
our vow to step on
even if the bees are hurting me
and you that didn’t want me