Melancoly

八

And if I may haunt your mind
If I was to sweep over briefly
Not even as much as you go through mine
But at least a flash
At least a glimpse

What would you think of
Remember what we had and what a thing
To capture
Every time you made me a mountain
Even every earthquake rapture

But I'm a hill that you no longer cross fences for
To see the daisies or the ladybugs that roam
About my grasslands or the divots in the ground
I guess I finally know how it feels to be alone
I guess I'm waiting for my hill to be found

So if I may cross your hill
I hope you won't forget the good things
Nor the bad things but I will still
Think of your grasslands and daisies

//this one is a little weird but cheers.. How's it going today?