Your tears watered this tree
It should've been strong but it fell
I wanted to tell you I'm sorry
But I got there too late in the end
My flowers rest six feet from your reach
Once again I am sorry I can't raise the dead
Or bring back the living who wish themselves dead
I left without saying good bye and I cried
And I told you I'm sorry for being this way
But it didn't mean a thing because I wouldn't change
I told you we'd talk again and seven months has passed
And I shook my head again and put down the phone
Your tears watered this tree
It should've been strong but it fell
I wanted to tell you I'm sorry
But I got there too late in the end
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Unrelated... A series of weird and wonderful poems
PoetryA collection of the unusual and the very usual poetry, A collection, a series, A set which grows over time © P.H.Dyer, 2011-2012 All rights reserved Note: I have had issues with people using my work without authorisation, and so I've had to put thi...
