Thoughtful Branches
Upon the thoughtful branches of my soul,
my heart sings like a bird.
I'm digging myself a lonely hole,
deeper and deeper on your every word.
Making myself suffer to be admired,
overflowing with love no more.
Oh how I long to be desired,
my heart is now at war.
I do imagine our footsteps in the sand,
for this day was dark and cold.
I reach but I can't grab your hand,
I'm to deep in this hole.
Everyone throws the dirt in on me,
and I scream and shout.
And once upon a life I struggle to be free,
but no one will help me out.
Is life a myth? I care not to be told,
my lost self changes as I wait for the day,
Upon the thoughtful branches of my soul,
my heart will sing away!
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