Gone

This Who I am

I'm a tree on the outside

I can feel the sun shinning on my face

I can hear the birds chirping

But that's what I am on like on the outside

I am a black rose on the inside

I can feel the rain pouring

I can hear the souls falling

On the outside I am a tree

On the inside I am a black rose

and none can change me

Because this is who I am

And will always be

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If your wondering why all my poems are sad just read my bio. If you don't anything nice to say just don't say it.