"trrrrrree" poems
I walked my walk, learnt people aren't permanent.
Remember this my tree, you'll just die in peace.
Must have been cold to get uprooted for nothing, while they say it's for their own thing.
Would be ironical if they make a diary out of your leaves.
And sure will they in joy, whilst leaving you to torment.
Rot you my trrrrrree.....
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC