I will be that evergreen tree in a sea of autumn splendor
I will be those fifteen pounds every freshman fears
I will be the tear stained yellow letter handed to your family
I will be the folding chair that sits unused in your closet
I will be the wood of your coffin as the dirt smothers us both
And I will be the lies told to
cover up your untimely demise.
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Fuel For The Fire
PoetryThis is a small collection of poems to mark my progress as a writer, note that they may change and please leave comments to help me through the editing process, thank you very much. By the way, I will read all comment and will definitely use sugges...
