each line of perfection
it makes me shake
makes me quiver
makes me crumble
every letter
it makes me yearn
makes me need
makes me cry
it’s simply devine
this utter hurt
can I prove it?
or is it just me
undescribable
unpresentable
unpredictable
I’ve sworn an oath
to never leave.
here I will stay
under this pink blossom tree
alone.
I’ll play with the immortal leaves
but I’ll never let them go.
I think it’ll be me here.
alone.
forever.
unfortunaltly, you’re sitting
under an identical tree.
but not the same tree.
never the same tree.
never the same.