Yes, you.
You’re the one.
It’s killing me
to cut them off in full growth.
Prune them back
cut them no slack.
It’s killing me,
To watch them wither with the frost,
I’ll Save some seeds so
All is not lost.
It’s killing me,
just like it did last year.
To prune them back
so they can keep their
secrets and always be near.
