Dawn Loves Buttercups

Looking back at words we wrote ,

Two years ago, Yes I could quote

Yet what would be the point, way to go

I still write, you don’t reply

I overshare, and you have other fish to fry

So what’s the point , way to go

I eased the pathway, I suppose

I was the test ground, your boldness grows

That’s not the point, way to go

Rules observed so nothing’s said

And yet the words just fill my head

There’s no point, way to go