I poured gasoline on my person of the past,
i said sorry and watched the flames eviscerate her to ash.

I didnt shed a single tear,
i laughed in the face of her greatest fear.

Then, i pulled up a chair, whislting... i toasted a marshmallow that smelled as sweet as the burning skin which filled the air.

Within the last dying flames from the fire,
i soon found out the person id killed had so much to admire.

But by then it was much too late,
i couldnt let her last be filled with hate.

So i gathered her ash so charcoal black,
i opened the soil and planted her with awe then, i stepped aback.

A tree she became right before my eyes,
and with that... i knealt down broken, i knew she felt me apologize!