Meet me at the apple tree
I'll wait for you at three.
A feast of cakes
and tasty steaks
Awaits a queen to take a bite.
Where are you?
It's already half past four.
You're never late
you always wait
No longer first you're anymore.
There are some boys with kites that soar
And crying babies, nagging moms
Along the moore
There are some girls
But none are you
Who changed
and made me done for.
It's getting late
And yet I sit
With heavy troubles on my plate.
The boys have quit
The moms have left
And you still don't appear.
My heart
That thumps so hard by you
Is shattered sadly with a start.
I know this means
That in your dreams
No longer do you think of me.
You said you'll come,
You said you'll try.
You gave me hope, but made me sink
You broke my heart
You gave me love
Yet fed me lies
But neverless,
Please.
Meet me at the apple tree
I'll wait for you at three.
- I'LL WAIT FOR YOU
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a/n: if you've read the letter from finn in imperfect pieces, i wrote this a while ago based on that.
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