I grew pears from my home,
Inside a *** inside of my heart,
A Baby seedling;
adolescent stems,
To mature green jaded Jems,
Green and vibrant, plump-juicy
Lavishing my heart with beauty
So I gave them out, to you and to him,
My beige tote-bag filled to the rafter,
Thinking one or two is what you'd be after,
Shocked to find such a ravenous hunger,
I had no pears to no longer offer.
I tried to grow more, but come winter,
My pear tree withered and shivered,
I came to you with no pears, you were bitter,
So I grew opal plumbs in that same winter,
Thinking I'd be sure be onto a winner.
But you said you hated plump plumbs,
And that it's pears you're really after,
"If only pears could grow in winter,"
I would wonder,
"Then we could have our happily ever after "
So I waited till the dewy mossy spring,
To my pear tree did I most softly sing,
About a day, where I spent its jade gems,
Plucked right from their own stems
To someone who would appreciate them.
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 8:51 PM UTC
I grew pears from my home,
Inside a *** inside of my heart,
A Baby seedling;
adolescent stems,
To mature green jaded Jems,
Green and vibrant, plump-juicy
Lavishing my heart with beauty
So I gave them out, to you and to him,
My beige tote-bag filled to the rafter,
Thinking one or two is what you'd be after,
Shocked to find such a ravenous hunger,
I had no pears to no longer offer.
I tried to grow more, but come winter,
My pear tree withered and shivered,
I came to you with no pears, you were bitter,
So I grew opal plumbs in that same winter,
Thinking I'd be sure be onto a winner.
But you said you hated plump plumbs,
And that it's pears you're really after,
"If only pears could grow in winter,"
I would wonder,
"Then we could have our happily ever after "
So I waited till the dewy mossy spring,
To my pear tree did I most softly sing,
About a day, where I spent its jade gems,
Plucked right from their own stems
To someone who would appreciate them.