It wasn't a willow tree,
It wasn't pine,
Definitely not a place to hide a form of dime
Defended your high honor,
Talked endlessly for days
Where embrace took breath away
Promises to always stay
But things don't go as plan,
And I'm no longer your most admired fan
Under that big tree no longer stands
The wood curved to host,
Mocking tree with wood,
A cruel joke
Under tree, I'm a fish out of water,
Breathing becomes harder
I shake from the cold,
Even though sun shines in pure gold?
Dirt sticks to crimson stained skin
Bare like the tableless tree,
Heart mourns to the akin
Of the disjointed promises to be free
And the never knowing
Taste of thee
I don't see a light.
Just the place we carved memories into time that was tore apart,
Gone.
Like a dream.