Trust me, give me your seed,
I'll let your roots grow into me,
We can face our leaves towards the sea.
We could grow intertwined,
Into a lock without a key.
We could grow a color filled canopy,
That blossoms into a lush mess of romantic beauty.
Let's let our sad hearts atrophy,
And together, become a tree,
Just you and me.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
Trust me, give me your seed,
I'll let your roots grow into me,
We can face our leaves towards the sea.
We could grow intertwined,
Into a lock without a key.
We could grow a color filled canopy,
That blossoms into a lush mess of romantic beauty.
Let's let our sad hearts atrophy,
And together, become a tree,
Just you and me.
why was the topic tree? you made me write a happy prospecting poem, that was hard.
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