stupid little bee

I once met two busy bees,
living far apart.
One was really white,
the other one kinda dark.
Three times they had met,
endless times they had caressed.
A few months were passing by,
until one of them lullabied
and set her heart into rest.
The other one in distress,
ever hopeless was a mess.
Through the days she fell back,
and oh so harsh she hit a wall.
Stupid little bee -people said-
yet another aching for her heart.
Stupid little bee -she called herself-,
realizing she'd torn apart
all her hopes and all her dreams,
for a bull's eye with no dart.