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He's always Morphing, Forming Thoughts in his mind He's ever Seeking, Willing The chance to get by I see a tortured soul You were a sapling at most I believe your branches will reach Someday it will all be green He's really been Fighting, Sorting Fears buried deep He's Combining, Applying Love and deceit I know you're a tortured soul You were a sapling at most I believe your branches will reach Transform the concrete to green Some days he's Smiling, Reacting To beautiful things I catch him Doubting, Wanting For the moments we breath I know you're a tortured soul You were a sapling at most I need your branches to breach These walls are meant to be green
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Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC
Young Tree
He's always Morphing, Forming Thoughts in his mind He's ever Seeking, Willing The chance to get by I see a tortured soul You were a sapling at most I believe your branches will reach Someday it will all be green He's really been Fighting, Sorting Fears buried deep He's Combining, Applying Love and deceit I know you're a tortured soul You were a sapling at most I believe your branches will reach Transform the concrete to green Some days he's Smiling, Reacting To beautiful things I catch him Doubting, Wanting For the moments we breath I know you're a tortured soul You were a sapling at most I need your branches to breach These walls are meant to be green
For heart so beautiful, you need a moment to fathom..
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Kiohtel
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC
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