Dewy trees hold me at night for now
Clapping branches of loud entropy
I am sheltered by its vaned vow
A green truth for me and the poppy
And those poppy’s will grow ever tall
Then be torn by a kids naughty
And as I lay till the cold fall
My hair will wilt and seeds will cry
For they have only the spring to bawl
As for the hair, I’ll make some lie
About dew and poppy seeds
At reality i will never try
I’m waiting for tomorrow to start,
Just rocking out to the beating of my heart.,
I’m finally going to do something smart
And give into this complicated art
Of letting myself love and
Feeling feelings so grand,
Like my feet in the sand,
Or shooting a vaned
So far that everyone I know
Will look at me like I’m aglow.
I’ll even take things slow
From now on so
That when things go my way
I can just smile and say
“It sure is nice to be happy,”
And then one day
I can look back at the beginning, the start
When I did something smart
And gave into the complicated art
Of simply rocking out to the beating of my heart.
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