Are you, Are you
Coming to the tree?
In the blackness of night I will stay
And will you see?
Will you see the children play
Right beside the tree?
Could they ever know?
About the people who come
And how they never go
And will they ever see
The branches where
I left marks for thee
And do they see the tear
On my stocking
On my dress
As I swing
I promise I won’t leave a mess
Just a rope
Just a shoe
Just little note
That I left for you
“I am sorry if my dress is torn
But I was hoping you would see the pain
And we could pray for a calmer storm
But you never came, and this pain I couldn’t tame
But if you can’t cope
Side by side with me,
Wear a necklace of rope
If we ever met up at midnight, in the hanging tree.”
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To Write On My Heart
PoesíaA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
