i used to ask him not to pull leaves off of trees
and he'd laugh and drop them over my head
the trees looked bare and cold, they'd shiver beneath his gaze
i believed their leaves would regrow just as strong
years later he plucked all my leaves, stained with my blood and tears
his hands full leaving me bare and waiting
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC
i used to ask him not to pull leaves off of trees
and he'd laugh and drop them over my head
the trees looked bare and cold, they'd shiver beneath his gaze
i believed their leaves would regrow just as strong
years later he plucked all my leaves, stained with my blood and tears
his hands full leaving me bare and waiting
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