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A twisty dead tree Stares back at me And ask me why Just before its foliage fell I lied and said ‘it’s fine’ Yet, I knew it had its time And days went by Green fades to grey Grey fell to gravity; The world ugliest feathers Still I said ‘it’s fine’ With hope in my tone As I saw a little green left Bark now exposed, Beautiful but bear, I remember the times not long ago Where I chained it with wire Forced it to bend And twist And turn And formed it into a beautiful thing So little. So careful. Still now, as it wilts, My hope doesn’t waver. I flood it like an ocean Give it soil it would savor And sit back to watch Will it grow back again? Or will I never make amends? I love a dead thing. Long ago alive And I tread it better now After losing it to love I love a dead thing. Once so full of life Gambled for desire It’s life was on the wire And it fell I love a dead thing. And seeing it’s turns reminds me of the time And seeing it’s twists reminds me of him And the pain he had brought When he bought me this *** And perfect little tree So straight and too little Look what it’s become
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Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 7:57 PM UTC
Too Little Ficus
A twisty dead tree Stares back at me And ask me why Just before its foliage fell I lied and said ‘it’s fine’ Yet, I knew it had its time And days went by Green fades to grey Grey fell to gravity; The world ugliest feathers Still I said ‘it’s fine’ With hope in my tone As I saw a little green left Bark now exposed, Beautiful but bear, I remember the times not long ago Where I chained it with wire Forced it to bend And twist And turn And formed it into a beautiful thing So little. So careful. Still now, as it wilts, My hope doesn’t waver. I flood it like an ocean Give it soil it would savor And sit back to watch Will it grow back again? Or will I never make amends? I love a dead thing. Long ago alive And I tread it better now After losing it to love I love a dead thing. Once so full of life Gambled for desire It’s life was on the wire And it fell I love a dead thing. And seeing it’s turns reminds me of the time And seeing it’s twists reminds me of him And the pain he had brought When he bought me this *** And perfect little tree So straight and too little Look what it’s become
#nature#extended#metaphor#trees
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Alio
17/M/Rhode Island
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 7:57 PM UTC
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