Winters dead tree, gloomy to life below,
It wants to come back,
So it reaches up to a black sky and with slender fingers.

It let go of its leaves when needed most,
The birds have left it no more substance,
It owns no fruit, the bark cracks as it freezes, it waits.

Not the sun, but a delicate light finds them,
In a blanket of death, and it embraces the earth and melts with the dirt,
And the bird simply finds another tree.

There's this recognizable
Hole growing in my chest
And I miss you
i miss you
But I never really knew you

I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.

I wanted to say make me feel important,
like you'd spend 150$ on me
just because you wanted me
to have something nice from you.
Make me believe you have
trouble getting to sleep
because my arms arent wrapped
around you.
Tell me about your day
not out of obligation,
but because you dont want me to miss
the things that made you happy.
Love me like I love you,
completely with a bit of insanity.