Her love spread out like branches
Reaching upwards to the sky,
Giving shade throughout the summer,
And a place to keep you warm,
So all the city's children,
Built a treehouse round her spine,
And though they never asked her,
She still told them she was fine,
They etched their names in knives,
Along the edges of her bone,
A handwritten reminder,
She was always theirs to own,
Despite the pain they brought her,
Upwards she still grew,
Thinking if you love someone,
It's the least that you can do,
But as the kids turn into adults,
And the winter air turn cold,
She wept sap from their carvings,
For they weighed too much to hold,
And the men all thought her branches,
Were to help there fires start,
And without a single "thank you",
Put a chainsaw through her heart.
~e.h
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PoetryThese are just some random poems that I find, I may make some up, but if I don't make them up, I'll put the poet at the bottom... Thank you! Also, note that some of these may be quotes or song lyrics, not all of them, but some.
