The tree on the hill
Lonely; still
No sunlight on its eves
For it is not far past the witching hour
With no leaves on its branches
The swathes of frosty dew
Eases in the morning view
For atop this hill
The world
The sea
the mountains
That call for me
Hug me silently
I never wanna go home
But I have to.
YOU ARE READING
Just Kinda Wanna Die ❤️
PoetryPoems. This blew up over the past couple weeks so, thankyou 🥺👉👈❤️ I um, just use Wattpad to vent so I wasn't really expecting this thankyou all for your comments it means a lot to me
