In the forest, all alone.
My lonely tree feels cold as stone.
Surrounded everywhere by its branches.
That bend and twist to their own advantage.
They shake in the wind, and shiver in sadness.
Sunken in a disturbing madness.
Until one day you came into the woods.
Scared the animals and riding hood.
Yet the wolves they ran, and hid like rabbits.
Convoluted out of their own bad habits.
And into my glade you stepped so proudly.
And struck a match and yelled out loudly:
“Love is a flame that burns us under!”
And as quick as lightening, you lit me like thunder.
So my lonely tree, burned quick and sadly.
And I faded away, into death quite gladly.
Havoc and Consequence 
The sense of that loneliness that’s from, within, no matter what we, surround ourselves with, it just, won’t, go, away…
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lingering like an unseen phantom to everyone but ourselves.
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Hmmm….. not sure what to make of this one … it is beautiful … but the ending .. makes my heart heavy ….
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This was one i finished, and then edited. I rarely do that as i usually go in one flow with a piece. But i think that cut shows here =/
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