It sat in the forest of plenty
bleeding sap branches hanging low
broken promises
the hangman's retreat and woes

I stood by him and sat in his shade
asked him how are you doing these days
he shuddered his leaves and they did start to fall
and told me, not well at all

Love had been wicked to him
and the sun never shined on him
his bark was falling
he was close to death

That tree that said he did love
was a lie that now he does despise
broken but pulling back
roots growing again after all the ****** lies

She had told him stories of sadness
and her stories hit his heart
I wanted to relive her
he really believed her from the start

It could have been me
that saddest tree
I mean really
in ruin like me



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris