A Sad Tree

Dark and shaky So dull, black and gray Airy and lacking in youth A little pink flower stands beside you Unaware, but is there to remind you of your posture and use Do you have one? Do you fall apart? You do? If you fall Should I? Again? You cry at midnight You shy from sunlight But, you're so refreshing, so clean and green A reminder that you were alive once Now all you do is wrap yourself in leafs and make miserable grunts And why? Was it me? I won't cry! Was it an emptiness that simply died when you were a child? Was it? Can it? Don't marry it, it doesn't want you! Stay away from that picture Will you? can you?