Willow Tree
Pitter patter of rain running down my window pane me sitting here with a heart full of pain
trying to cope with the contents of my mind. It's like shifting thru a trinket box looking for
one piece, something worth holding onto, one true feeling of hope. I feel as though im in a
room Sadness surrounds me like a damp fog looking for a hand to hold onto, they feel slick
unable to hold on im suffocating by my own feelings, swinging lifeless from a weeping willow
tree.
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