An apple tree so bare.
My apples have been stripped from me.
I have nothing left.
No one bothers to sit beneath me anymore.
They only wish to clean my branches of the tasty treat I have created.
Day after day I wait for someone to care.
For someone to be grateful, instead if greedy.
They never actually see me.
They never sit to admire the way I have grown.
They use me, and wait until my treat is ripe again.
Just a thank you.
That's all I've ever wished to hear.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
An apple tree so bare.
My apples have been stripped from me.
I have nothing left.
No one bothers to sit beneath me anymore.
They only wish to clean my branches of the tasty treat I have created.
Day after day I wait for someone to care.
For someone to be grateful, instead if greedy.
They never actually see me.
They never sit to admire the way I have grown.
They use me, and wait until my treat is ripe again.
Just a thank you.
That's all I've ever wished to hear.