The trees are starting at me.
I can't help it but run,
yet I can never get away.
What is wrong with you trees?
We used to be friends.
We'd tell each other everything,
our whole life stories.
But now all you do,
is haunt me.
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Author:
raxoon (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was written somewhere in 2023.
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Great write
thank you
You're welcome
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