It was winter when he left,
Her heart stood shivering with the trees, Afraid unlike that mighty forest
She'd never get to bear new leaves.
But branches know a thing or two
About needing to let go,
That even with no audience You never cease to grow.
So when spring seeped through her skin (As spring is always wont to do),
Her heart sent out its roots And like the world around she grew.
Stronger than she thought she could
And braver than before,
She left her former self
To rot amongst the forest floor.
It was summer when he came searching
Back to the place where she had been,
Feeling small beneath the forest And its brand new coat of green.
She smiled to know he'd never find her
For the person that he missed, Was a version of herself
That long ago ceased to exist.
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Poems lonely and sad
PoesíaThese are the ones for the people who feel their alone. The ones who are alone.the people who feels so isolated it numbs them. this is for the people that get it and people that don't don't
