He needed the world,
but
wanted the stars.
She need the constellations,
but
wanted the universe.
I needed a tree,
but
wanted a sapling.
He got all,
but
wanted one.
She got a wish,
but
wanted three.
I got black paint,
but
wanted colors.
Because we only need the
u g l i e s t
things to live for, but we
want all the
b e a u t i f u l
things to die for.
And so help me,
no matter what we breed,
we'll always be made of greed,
and
out thirsts will never be freed.
Then you need what you need,
and you want what you want,
But I can't help but notice, that you
seem to always get what you need,
and never what you
truly
want.
YOU ARE READING
tree.
Poetry"a feast of words about a girl's opinions about life, her love for trees, and a certain boy."
