Let's play pretend for a minute
And say that perhaps I'm a tree
My branches can stretch to no limit
And I made you the roots of me
You were supposed to help me live
Send me the strength to grow
Reliability, all you had to give
But of course you had to let me go
So now I wither and my leaves fall
As my roots grew legs and left
My blossoms shrivel, no tears left to bawl
No roots, no help, my trunk wilts to rest
I am no longer a thriving tree
Just bare, and fallen wood
Dust and death all that's left of my green
Because you did what I never thought you would
You abandoned a loyal friend
As I made you a part of my life
Relying and reliable to the end
The end came soon as blood to a knife
You severed all ties to me
As you yanked your roots from my base
And I ask you what more do you wish me to be?
For I can't find a ghost without a trace
I don't know what you expected
I've no roots, nor blooms, or leaves
You held my life, frail and unprotected
And let me blow away like ash in a breeze
My branches now stopped at a limit
You're no longer the roots of me
The happy fantasy lasted only a minute
That I was once a thriving tree
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Letting My Monsters Out
PoetryThis is a poem book where you can meet MY monsters instead of June's. If you like June, don't you want to know about the monsters that inspired her author (me) to make her? NO COPYING! If anyone steals any of these poems, I will die in a hole from d...
