sometimes the highest hopes
can pull you from the
darkest depths
& I fear
we're at the bottom
I'd like to climb my
tree
& live in it for a
while
& maybe someday
I'll come
down
& maybe so
will you
the grass won't be
so brown
& my eyes won't
be so full of
moon
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 4:34 AM UTC
sometimes the highest hopes
can pull you from the
darkest depths
& I fear
we're at the bottom
I'd like to climb my
tree
& live in it for a
while
& maybe someday
I'll come
down
& maybe so
will you
the grass won't be
so brown
& my eyes won't
be so full of
moon
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