The trees to get you
But you're in my forest
The love shines through
Tangling branches
Entangled thoughts
Shelter from rain
He needed rest
She gave only hate
Ways of the world
Opened up his brain
To see truthful brutality
Once again though
Only one thing left
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 28th, 2025 10:08
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Comments2
A reflective metaphor where one can't see the forest for the trees or maybe can't see the tree for the forest.
Hate hurts and shelter is needed!
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