Winter Trees~
A tree in winter
Is like a person who is plagued with the depression
Of past love, past hope, past happiness
It's outside layer, slice and splintered
Whilst it's everlonging appearance, is without expression
It sits through it's short cold days
Waiting to be warmed by means to be saved
It's leaves, it's friends, gone without exception, and it doesnt know it is being decepted
Without love and warmth
It will soon fade away, and become nothing more
Than a corpse on a cold winters day.
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PoemsBleh
PoetryI only write poetry because I believe it's a way to show emotion, without being completely straight forward and overbearing with emotion. Poetry is a way to show who you are, so here's me.
