Kids, ours

Free write inspired by:

Like your tree I’ll be,
Cut me up for firewood,
Tear me down throw me around,
Make me a house,
Make me a boat,
So you never have to drown,
We will be free yeah,
– Little leaves swaying to the beat.
Control your hell hell, ef!
… “to be haunted!”
And if you feed me I will grow,
I will make it known,
That our love is strong,
Carve a heart in my trunk,
Forever etched in my flesh,
Control yourself, take only what you need from it, the family of trees wanted…
… to be haunted.

(Hey you bro didn’t you know this is the show,
over here let’s go in the dark in the blink of thine blind eye!)

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