So cut me from my tree

For Ive hung there

For sometime

With my heart in my throat

And the tart taste

Of despair

For my thoughts have grown cold

For as long as Ive held them

The tears retract

With the fear of youre bitter kiss

To be present once again on my lips

Although I dread I can hardly wait

For you to take me over one more time

Ignore what I say

Although youve never been a good listener

So leave me now torn and frayed

For I shall hang from my tree another day


 
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