if i was a twig
maybe i'd be able to sleep
trunks are fussy
roots are cumbersome
and you, you are but the smallest bud
a dying breed, a life everlasting
see-saw my wood-rot rings
and make a use for me, will you?
i am nothing but oldwivestales and folk songs
with long-forgotten lyrics
and misread meanings
misdiagnosed
misused
mistaken for
missed
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
if i was a twig
maybe i'd be able to sleep
trunks are fussy
roots are cumbersome
and you, you are but the smallest bud
a dying breed, a life everlasting
see-saw my wood-rot rings
and make a use for me, will you?
i am nothing but oldwivestales and folk songs
with long-forgotten lyrics
and misread meanings
misdiagnosed
misused
mistaken for
missed
