(IWasNotTheImposter's Poem)..


Someday you will cry for me

Like I cried for you.

Someday you'll miss me

Like I missed you.


Tiny little secrets

Get buried in the dirt,

And if they were dug up,

Someone would probably get hurt,


Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower,

But only so an hour.