I wait
I wonder why
the life
blood
has stopped
flowing from my
hands
I am a sapling in winter
stunted
frozen
brittle
I miss this
the photosynthesis
the static whisper
between paper
and finger
smudges
scorches
come spring
come forth
and I am a tree
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
I wait
I wonder why
the life
blood
has stopped
flowing from my
hands
I am a sapling in winter
stunted
frozen
brittle
I miss this
the photosynthesis
the static whisper
between paper
and finger
smudges
scorches
come spring
come forth
and I am a tree
