Will you still think of me?
Even when there's nothing left to see?
Will you still ponder on my laugh?
Would you hear it through a photograph?
Will you still remember little old me?
Because I know, I know that I fear you will forget me,
But in hope I shall whisper a plea.
I will plea a simple thing, I plea a little thing,
I plea you never forget the warmth I would bring.
I hope you remember how it allowed you to grow,
But if you don't remember don't tell me so.
But don't worry, I will remember you,
With every fibre in my heart that is true.
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The Bees, The Honey & The Bears
PoetryPOETRY FOR; For the ones bound like the bees, The ones with a soul as everlasting and pure like honey, And the ones with a spirit as determined as a bear.
