a few poems of mine

Dear,

Dear

You've left me stranded

For I cannot move

My roots are barried to deep

For any sudden change

For to sudden

And they will snap

I will fall

Too hit the floor

Dear

I am a tree

Haven't you notice the way I move

And way i bend and sway

Forever supporting the way of others

Trying not to be in the way

It's hard to notice a little tree

Only in the background

You must really droop

And start to rain

For others to come near

But other than that

I'm just a tree

Dear

Sometimes I will stand tall

A dock against the waves

My leaves are golden out of season

Confusing and strange

Than I can show my true colors

But that is vary hard

When you have to make it rain for any support

Or for comfort

But you

Dear

I thought could support me

The ever shifting tree

With you're helpfully gravity

I was no longer a tree waiting to snap

But we were both birds fleeing the way

For fun

For others

For fact

But when I landed along the shore

And let it go

Because they say if you love it let it go

So I let my freedom go

And a young tree I became

Dear

But you

You didn't understand

And I suppose I don't either

When I let my roots anchor me back

Far away from home

My comfort zone

You

No you

Dear

Didn't come back

In fact didn't seem to care

But I guess that freedom wasn't for me

For if it was it would've come back

And

Dear

Maybe you would've came back

But now it's just me

A lowly young tree

By the river

Far away