Two Birds, sitting on a colorful tree
The tree is not normal, an outcast you see
Just like the Birds, the Nobody tree,
Has less than it needs to survive for free.
The two don't like each other, the tree makes three.
But they know they need each other, wouldn't you agree?
Because without the birds, the tree dies alone.
And without the tree, the birds have no home.
They hate each other for reasons unknown.
Maybe they will get over it, the three could've shown
That needing each other isn't a problem full blown
But they don't know this, the birds and the tree.
Because they only know each other, only these three.
They don't know that weakness with trust is the key.
So they continue to hate.
No matter what they want to be.
They continue to be the Birds and the Nobody Tree.
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Depressing Poems
PoesiaPoems about death, about emotions, about loss, about confusion. And the occasional midnight killing.