for a while I just sit there, in the cooling shade of my favorite tree. everything is perfect. perfect as can be, under my favorite tree that loves and adores the company of me. soon I tire just sitting there, and so I start to climb up its smooth, brown bark...up into the branches so high. I start to slip, but it catches me, and lets me know I'm safe...even when the wind pushes me, and when I look out at the sky up high because its my favorite tree, that loves and adores me.

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by Asunta
Grade: 9
State: Florida


I laugh at you
So I dont cry for you
In front of everybody in this room
And I cry because you take away the pain
I cry because you give it back to me
And it hits me harder then the first time you hurt me
The pain is avoid
And the door is ajar
And your words are as pretty as the night is dark