There is a tree that now scares me
it's just off the path, where we used to laugh
hug and kiss, things that I miss
but it drains my hope, because of that rope,
you left a hole, that swallowed my soal,
late one night, I lost my light
were we once sang, my soul now hangs,
as morning drew, a crowd ensued
to see the one, who was now gone
but I still see, how can this bee
as they took me away, my soal stayed
to watch the tree, that now scares me
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
There is a tree that now scares me
it's just off the path, where we used to laugh
hug and kiss, things that I miss
but it drains my hope, because of that rope,
you left a hole, that swallowed my soal,
late one night, I lost my light
were we once sang, my soul now hangs,
as morning drew, a crowd ensued
to see the one, who was now gone
but I still see, how can this bee
as they took me away, my soal stayed
to watch the tree, that now scares me
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