I wish my arms were branches,
Then I could stretch to reach you,
My fingers are like leaves
I wish trees grew tall enough to touch you
Then I could build a treehouse,
To sit in while you are waiting
But I know you are waiting for us,
You can see us all from up there,
Sleeping among the stars
I hope that you are free,
Like the birds flew from the trees,
And are now sitting in your armchair.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
I wish my arms were branches,
Then I could stretch to reach you,
My fingers are like leaves
I wish trees grew tall enough to touch you
Then I could build a treehouse,
To sit in while you are waiting
But I know you are waiting for us,
You can see us all from up there,
Sleeping among the stars
I hope that you are free,
Like the birds flew from the trees,
And are now sitting in your armchair.
R.I.P. ***
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