And now, You wont even say a word to me. Soon again, I'll have to Face my biggest Fear. I'll be forgotten. Yet again. By yet another Person who Mattered so much.
It'll probably just be like this. Forgotten. And I'll be somebody that you used to know.
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers