Poetry By Porcelain Prince

Broken Tree

Meet me at midnight under the broken tree.
I don't know. You don't know me.
So meet me tonight at the broken tree.

I wait around under the serene moon.
Just waiting for you.

I hear footsteps then see you face.
My heart quickens it's pace.

Those plump pink lips and stunning eyes.
Baby won't you stay for a while.
Under this broken tree.
Just you and me.

We sit beneath the tree,
Talking in a cooling breeze.

We speak of foolish dreams,
Under moon beams.
Just you and I.
I never want to say, "Goodbye."

We speak all night. Just talking of things.
Perhaps the future with wedding rings.

The sun comes up she has to leave.
Baby will you meet me at the broken tree?