Trees


Trees cover themselves in leaves
Similar to how she wears her heart on her sleeve
It's winter, so her leaves are covering her so she's not cold
I wish I was her leaves
So I could be the one supplying her warmth,
Waiting for that rising sun
Eventually, the sun rises and
I realized that I had become her leaves
But as the weather gets warmer she begins to shed me
I can't do anything to hold on,
It's just nature's way of saying that we don't belong,
The wind is too damn strong
We don't belong,
I'll see you next winter
Maybe next time I'll be able to hold on stronger

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