The tears fall
Gracefully and gently gliding down my cheek
It was like trees
Burning to the floor
Jealousy
The burn
The fire in my soul
Desire
My life is a representation of trees
Somedayś they get randomly ruined.
Burned
Torn down
Other days
They still stand
But the tension lingers in the air
The smoke
The suspension kills the trees
But they still stand
Like me.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoesiaThese are some deep thoughts that I have felt this past year. I hope you enjoy and I hope you find this touching but, I would never wish these emotions on anybody. But I hope you enjoy!
