There is a girl
That cries beneath a
Willow Tree
With skin so fair
Her sadness you can never see
As the sun starts to set on her
And the wind starts to blow
She begins to remember
that which she knows
For that which is lost
you can never get back
For it will cost
When your world is black
The branches embrace her
In hopes that she will not leave
For it is her soul it is sure
Will be the one to deceive
She is lost in her world
Where she lost the one
In her netherworld
she never won
And now entangled remains her soul
In the swaying willow tree
Her heart that once was made of coal
Released it was and so was she
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The Darkest of Days {#WATTYS 2015}
De Todo{Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder - RUMI} {I believed I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be the poem- Jamie Gil De Biedma} Poetry is what you really feel deep within your soul. It's the word...
