so very alone
yet high in demand
I think often
of trees standing strong
over people holding hands
I wonder sometimes
about how tall we may grow
These people
they pull me tight
I resist, then regret
as a storm of emotions
knocks me to the ground
It's those feelings
of love, of fear
that make the crippling leaves
fall slowly to the ground
some are happy, now is their time
I have been loved
and I have been left behind
there is no hope
when these hands hold nothing
but empty hearts
A beautiful thing
we once had
has now shrunken
making room for more
from these people
who all want me
they will get me
and I will be lost
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
so very alone
yet high in demand
I think often
of trees standing strong
over people holding hands
I wonder sometimes
about how tall we may grow
These people
they pull me tight
I resist, then regret
as a storm of emotions
knocks me to the ground
It's those feelings
of love, of fear
that make the crippling leaves
fall slowly to the ground
some are happy, now is their time
I have been loved
and I have been left behind
there is no hope
when these hands hold nothing
but empty hearts
A beautiful thing
we once had
has now shrunken
making room for more
from these people
who all want me
they will get me
and I will be lost