willow smith
little shard
I'm just an itty bitty shard Floating through the wind I told her she could meet me at the park But she never did I cried and cried and waited to the dark Behind the lunar glare Twirling, swirling Feeling so at home within her locks of hair You, you Tell me where you've been Where you've been I'm running around feeling crazy But I know It's just because you called me "baby"