He reminds me of a tree built tough, strong weathered from the world, roots planted firmly into the earth. Branches stretched out, inviting to me, they hold me tight and make all depressing things deplete. He is a tree that stands strong, protecting all that comes under his tree limbs. When it rains and nights get cold, he still stands up straight letting the droplets cascade off his leaves. He reminds me of a tree because he is wise. He has seen the world. He reminds me of a tree because he is constantly growing mentally, physically and emotionally. He reminds me of a tree, strong, beautiful and loving. His roots run deep touching hearts of onlookers. He reminds me of the sun shining bright, smiling down, brightening up everyone's eyes, and lives that the rays hit. He is a man that is more rugged than all the terrenes, but heart made of the finest gold in all the mines. The grass might be green with envy, but his leaves are pink and red with love. When the winters are frigid, and cold he warms your heart with whispers and coos. He might not be physically as tall as a red wood, but his vibes and energy are taller than any tree ever seen. I hope one day you can plant your roots in my garden and stay awhile. I will be your tree goddess and you my tree god and we can protect the forest together and all the creatures that follow. Stay strong, and don't wither under the presser of our rotting mother earth. We can send good vibes and save her just like you saved me. My tree reminds me of loneliness like a child stranded in a dark forest. He reminds me of the wind always moving never staying in one place in one's heart. My tree reminds me of a stump fragments left from once a beautiful strong plant. The tree goddess is alone. Tear stricken face. The tree god left without a trace. The leaves have darkened the flowers are witted. His roots have been lifted from our once beautiful garden that is now dark and gloomy. My tree has went silent the god inside had flown to another. My tree is empty and left me the same. My tree grew legs and left my garden found that the sun shined brighter in another no goodbye. Vanished no leaves to follow. I found peace and comfort from my tree. I tried to leak my sadness like tree sap. My tree grew thorns now unable to hold the lifeless empty shell you have left. Mother earth saddened by your disappearance without your oxygen only carbon I breathe suffocating me. I can't feel the things you said. I can't stop myself from falling as the ax hits my trunk as I replay the things you said but unable to heal the hole in my heart. At least I can be recycled and made into new. Maybe this broken physic will be beautiful once again. Not the same but me. Take my heart and turn it to paper maybe one day someone will hold it as close as you once did. Rip me apart sooner than later so I can become newer and stronger now. Silence in my new symphony not as beautiful as Mozart or your voice but it's better than my own. I'm tired of acting like in a red wood in front of are friends when I'm just a sprouting sunflower, drowning over heavy rainfall. Suffocate me under the shoes of many or let the school kids pick me so in unable to grow. Place me in a book and keep me for one day when they need me. My tree is not a tree he is a dandelion without its roar, silenced by the underwhelming fear of the clouds tear stricken faces. So he hides. Hiding his branches in a land of only sunshine and happiness. Empathy forgotten gone with the wind along with my happiness. So goodbye my tree. I hope you never come back to me all lonely, like you left me I'm not strong enough to carry your leaves too. Don't tell me these colorful leaves look good on me. They are not for someone that had broken me like you. If love was a garden you would be at the magma unable to see or deserve the sunlight of me. One day I will be the biggest tree more beautiful than all and your roots will rot and decay just like the bodies in the cemetery. I hope your world turns gray as I outlast you. Mother earth only needs one love and that's me.
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💜A Collection Of My Poetry 💜
Şiira collection of my poems about love and loss of love loneliness and how it feels to be in a one sided love and the growth that happens after