I wonder if you're a magician,
because
you played tricks on my heart.
I wonder if you're a doctor,
because
you bandaged up my flaws.
I wonder if you're a musician,
because
you created songs with my body.
I wonder if you're an artist,
because
you painted my true colors.
I wonder if you are a thief,
because
you stole my soul.
I wonder if you're an angel,
because
the next day,
the tree grew buds.
I wonder how he planted a new sapling
without
uprooting
me.
And then I thought I finally made him smile,
before he became the w i n d,
And whooshed past for
someone
else.
Leaving me, in a pile of
f
a
l
l
e
n
branches.
I guess I couldn't make him smile,
because I couldn't even even draw,
a
smile
of
my
own.
YOU ARE READING
tree.
Poetry"a feast of words about a girl's opinions about life, her love for trees, and a certain boy."
