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?
If you fall
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
Was it me?
I won't cry!
Was it an emptiness that simply died when you were a child?
Don't marry it, it doesn't want you!
Stay away from that picture