My lines from “I Live Where the Leaves are Pointed”
The life-filled vines beckon out to me.
But the coldness and hostile machinery
Interrupt the spellbound mood of the meadow.
The air is much smoother out there,
It’s just me and the subtle breeze saying hello.
Answer, answer, I can live without one,
The ruffling grass and translucent sun will do.
Not that someone who could certainly cure me,
so prim, so proper, like the newest rosebush.
Reminding me of the rigidness he put me through
But, no I wouldn’t really have the nerve to cut him off.
While I hide from his beck and call, refusing to fall.
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