naïve

if i'm to die
if this world is to take me
send postcards to my family

tell them that i've gone away

if i'm to die
before i can hold you
strip all of the sheets

i want you to still sleep soundly

if i'm to die
when the trees all turn yellow
burn down the forest

& i'll send daisies back for spring

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if i'm to die
know that i'm happy
i've found peace with the silence

& all will be well