Tall trees packed so dense
Lined up almost in an orderly fashion
Patches of soft moss made pillows
Like that's been home all along
A young girl shamelessly smiles
She went on a walk and has not returned
The blue skies miss her
But clouds still nonchalantly float
Friends that look like strangers
Faces of false hopes
Moaning and groaning loudly for help
With stretched arms reaching out
A once chambered breath finally flows
To gracefully dance around
Fruity pink sunrises
An old man frantically sends a search helicopter.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 3:52 AM UTC
Tall trees packed so dense
Lined up almost in an orderly fashion
Patches of soft moss made pillows
Like that's been home all along
A young girl shamelessly smiles
She went on a walk and has not returned
The blue skies miss her
But clouds still nonchalantly float
Friends that look like strangers
Faces of false hopes
Moaning and groaning loudly for help
With stretched arms reaching out
A once chambered breath finally flows
To gracefully dance around
Fruity pink sunrises
An old man frantically sends a search helicopter.
