Jul 2019
I see your form in the trees
The leaves and twigs make up your shape
The light that leaks in fills up the rest of the blondes and blues of your hair
The limbs flail and twist in agony longing for something they can’t have
The roots tangle and fight like you insides begging for sustenance
The fallen leaves are your passion and love slowly withering in the dirt
The leaves and twigs make up your shape
The light that leaks in fills up the rest of the blondes and blues of your hair
The limbs flail and twist in agony longing for something they can’t have
The roots tangle and fight like you insides begging for sustenance
The fallen leaves are your passion and love slowly withering in the dirt
Funny that I still think about it
Also this is a rough draft I’d love criticism on it!
Also this is a rough draft I’d love criticism on it!
