I need to stop being such a sap
I have to leave that job to the trees
But with the high I get off your air
I can’t stop writing lame poetry

Another little chump loser stuck
With birds circling around his head
Under your richly green canopy
I‘m sure he would much rather be dead

A poet and hopeless romantic
What a “unique” horrible cliche
Recounting recounting syllables
Your sap keeps him trapped in such a daze

This sucker thinks he’s in love again
Must have fell straight from the very top
And made a home safe in your warm shade
Now the poetry just cannot stop

Your light radiates
So bright - That I can feel you
When I close my eyes

Our world is just a sphere
See, hear, taste, touch
Breathe in the air

Though each our worlds
Have meaning in its own
Mine is my only one

I’m not here and I’m not there
It’s all such and such
But I’m self-aware

Your hand in mine swirled
Says I’m not alone
The world’s a dark place

I’d rather call you my home

Push me down
                            d
                              e
                                e
                              ­    p
                                    e
                          ­            r
                                          with your words

             I’ll take anything you offer me
                  Any adjectives or verbs

How about instead
of saying goodbye we say
I’ll see you next time