Cold are the leaves of the tree
I climb to the top
I need that yellow fruit
But not for me.
Wind cutting through my skin
Rain falling down my face
They must not see my pain
Keep the tears within.
I hope I don't fall
No time to stretch
Unless I have the fruit
They will not catch.
Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 1:22 AM UTC
Cold are the leaves of the tree
I climb to the top
I need that yellow fruit
But not for me.
Wind cutting through my skin
Rain falling down my face
They must not see my pain
Keep the tears within.
I hope I don't fall
No time to stretch
Unless I have the fruit
They will not catch.
