a knife
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
to your giving tree
does it hurt when you think of me?
the leaves you tore off as we grab a rake
the branches you felt it right to break
a knife to your giving tree
when he's on fire will you think of me?
and switch your favorite season just one time
to one with more heart, soul, thought, and rhyme
you took a knife to your giving tree
Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 2:23 AM
Labels: poetry
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