The smile's on her face
As she prepares for slumber
Yet her mind feels like
It's made of lumber
And the axes are chopping
Without mercy, incessantly
The other trees only wave,
Seeing past her so perfectly
The wind is blowing her
Leaves down as they fall
The leaves stay desolate
What if they never grow back at all?
The dark grey clouds appear,
Encompassing the whole sky
The rain gets harsher, cutting
At the bark: can a tree cry?
The storm's arriving
The tree knows it well
Will the tree still be standing?
Only time will tell.
Her eyes flutter open,
Her heart beating fast
It was all just a dream...
Or maybe memories of a darker past?
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PoezieSo basically i think i was born very much an idealist and very much innocent. I loved everything and anything and all was quite beautiful. But see the thing is, people grow up. And i did it. I didn't know how to handle it. To be fully honest, I'm no...
