The tree
Its the one where I use to sit
The one where I can go climb and play
The one where I would go and lay down to see the stars and the moon
The one where I think about my life and how happy I am
The one where I got asked out to homecoming from the most popular guy at school
The one where I can go and read a book
The one where I can be myself
It's the one where my life was taken away
Not physically taken away
But Mentally taken away
Its where I got first called an antisocial
It's where I got called a freak
It's where I was told my life was a mess
It's where the guy I liked ask another girl out
It's where my thoughts killed me
It's where I lay now
It's where I can just sit and think about my whole life
It's where my grave is at
I still remember the tree
In the fall light red and orange leaves like the bright red orange sun
In the spring the light green leaves with fresh wet air smell
In the winter the bare branches with the cold air and white snow laying on the floor and branches
In the summer with green bright leaves and the warm sun hitting the tree
That was my tree
The tree where I never want to leave and be buried under
YOU ARE READING
Short stories & poems & random writings
РазноеIt's gonna have short, long, sad, happy, and ect..... I don't know I'm try something new
