Poetry - Untitled
Half the girl I used to be,
surrounded by devine oak trees,
Watching the silloettes of the clouds,
Shadowed memories clouding my eyes.
Only a month since you left my side,
A month without laughter, where I could only cry,
And feel numb, wishing your presence lingered here...
But I sit here alone, so melancholy.
Chorus
The tallest oak is sparse and bare,
I remember a time when you stood under there,
When the tree flourished with the spring time dew,
When we were here, and we were so carefree,
just you and me, and our old oak tree...
But now I sit here,
In solitude...
The sun has disapeared from my blurry sight,
Now I only feel comfort in the shadow of night,
My smile a distant memory to me,
As the last leaf clings to our old oak tree.
I see our names carved in a heart,
But my heart shattered when your's refused to beat,
The oak tree, like me, lingers in the dark,
The wind whispers words I have long forgot.
Chorus
The tallest oak is sparse and bare,
I remember a time when you stood under there,
When the tree flourished with the spring time dew,
When we were here, and we were so carefree,
just you and me, and our old oak tree...
But now I sit here,
In solitude...
I feel my life creep past me silently,
I need to know, will you be there for me,
When I pass on to the other awe inspiring side,
Will you be there for me, will you mend my splintered soul?
And as the light in my eyes goes out once more,
that final leaf descends and falls to the floor,
I see it as it whispily hits the ground,
and I smile, at last...
My happiness is found.
Solitude... solitude...
