Monday, September 13

I wish you were a tree,
and just leave us,
so you would get to know,
what it's like to be oblivious...

I wish you were the dandelions,
that get blown away,
in the harsh winds,
that'll take you into yesterday...

I wish you were a rose,
a deep red, sprinkled with dew,
and although I lothe you're thorns,
Unfortuantly I know I still love you...

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