you and me,
we grew this tree.
and we did it oh so desperately.
It started fine, we build a line
the branches not to cross it.
and we thought the tree would grow to be in thought of it.
but somewhere, feelings got hurt,
that line was erased, and we lost it.
now its been a year, and thought I still hold you dear,
i cannot let that show.
you love me still, oh i know,
but its time to let this tree go.
YOU ARE READING
☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩
Poetryi feel numb and i am cool (this is mostly shit from this school years google docs + my personal vents bc im cleaning it out for next year)
