Happy trees
Squirrels that breath
Fish that scurry through the sea
Happy Goose
Don't be so used
As to make you light a fuse
Baby boys that follow through
Birds that shatter though the roof
In my life they tear apart
whatever left of a beating heart
Death.
Destruction.
and Despair.
Triple threat rolling through my hair.
I write of boys laughing close.
Girls waiting for those boys,
In silly pose.
Stand still they do.
Stand still we do.
Happy trees,
You know the most.
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 11:46 AM UTC
Happy trees
Squirrels that breath
Fish that scurry through the sea
Happy Goose
Don't be so used
As to make you light a fuse
Baby boys that follow through
Birds that shatter though the roof
In my life they tear apart
whatever left of a beating heart
Death.
Destruction.
and Despair.
Triple threat rolling through my hair.
I write of boys laughing close.
Girls waiting for those boys,
In silly pose.
Stand still they do.
Stand still we do.
Happy trees,
You know the most.
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