Here I sit upon my hollow tree.
Waiting for the day you will see me.
You leave for a day.
And I dare to go play.
Play with the boys who never cared.
Play with leaves flying in the air.
Exploring the never ending despair.
And you pull up with you hair in the wind.
And I climb back up in my tree.
And wait for you to leave once again.
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Poems. My storys into words.
PoetryMy poems. I'm not a professional, pretty far from it, these are really just my thoughts put into words.
