When I become a wildflower When I go I wish to be buried among the wildflowers I want them to graze my ankles and dust me with pollen ‘till the bees think that I too am a rose Let the yellow color of my hair and the green of my eyes become the only thing that brightens this world I want to be the flower that is too pretty to pick Just stands there in the wind The one that nobody can snip Because beauty is temporary once it’s taken from its roots Bury me with flowers that can take me as their own Whispering sweet honey into my hollow mind As I drift in and out of their fields Let that be my afterlife Let nobody find me and scream Let nobody cry for my absence, only the feeling something is gone Then, then I will be a wildflower But first you have to let me go Because the both of us know Only the prettiest flowers are allowed to have thorns
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