(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.