Over the hills,

you're still here.

Running in the moor,

friendly as a bunny.

Oh,

how I was too naive,

to see the truth.

You stung me like a bee,

drained all of my innocence and glee.

Why did you even do this to me?

I was just a child only 1829 sunrises old.

You've ripped off my petals and leaves.

You seem like a bubble,

full of pureness and truth.

I've seen your lies,

under the disguise.

You're as friendly as a bear,

please  just go away.