Musings From An Amused Muse

Weeping Willow

Emotionally unavailable cause she's been left unattended to

Tipping the odds like a scale of 10-2

Her beauty stops time,

And the time is 1:50 (ten to two)

Still she saves me from the scorching heat

Shading me with her tears,

Respite for my marching feet

Protecting me from my fears

She cries so I can be safe.

She's my weeping willow

Standing tall between the mountains but still never hollow

And she's down to earth, her beauty beneath the surface

And when tear drops hit the ground, dried up by time

It's a bittersweet contradiction like a cold furnace

Compassion is the addiction so she became mine

Standing Tall and standing strong

Defying the winds of hate

The blows, they rain for so long

Still she accepts her fate.

she cries so I can be warm

Saving me from the storm

She's my weeping willow

Never changing so I can conform

So I take comfort in her tears

And I feel so repugnant

But Alas I stick with her, and whatever the reason

Now I finally understand that she was never redundant

These are tears of joy, she sheds fruits every season

Cause she will always be fruitful.

Forever useful

She's my weeping Willow, she's someone I'm used to.