After years of growing-
After a hundred years-
After being out in the wilderness
And watching the birds and the squirrels
make a home of my branches
I've been chopped down,
cut to pieces,
separated from myself.
And this is what you use of me?
I´ve been stapled to 99 other pages,
shoved between plastic or cardboard,
And left on this empty shelf to be alone.
Im blank,
unused,
wasted,
You could draw on me...
but NO!
the least you could do
is fold me into a paper airplane so i can fly
like the birds that once lived in my branches
so i can be whole once again.

He is capable of beauty inside
The beauty is magnificent everywhere
He too has capability outside
The reflection of light off his smooth hair
Is truly a sight for sore eyes as well
there´s a feeling that is incredible
It is not embarrassing that I fell
He left the marks that are indelible
His smile was filled with so much delight
he would run and run happily for days
He was so loving he would never fight
I had so so long with him and it pays
He was always laying in bed at home
I miss him and I am forever proud
one day I received a call on the phone
some days it makes me want to cry out loud
I love him with all my heart so so much
But it all went goodbye in just a crunch

nothing
noting at all
You broke me like a pane
left me shattered
and walked away
But there is nothing to feel because i'm just a pane
You may say sorry but that won't put my pieces back together
it does not matter
i do not matter
you can just buy another and replace me
was i not clear enough?
was i not pretty enough?
did i not show you the outside world good enough?
was i ever good enough?
enough?
?