The Giving TreeA Poem by Careline
Sometimes you cling
Onto me, Grateful to have something To steady your knees But after I fix your glasses, Straighten your tie, And give you an encouraging pat You roam off You come and go Depends on what you need Sometimes I feel All I am Is a giving tree Give Give Give I never take take take I must rein in All these feelings That I make make make I weep to my Goddess, She will hear me out And to Her I am grateful She I cannot do without
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StatsAuthorCarelineQueens, NYAboutI'm a 17 year old girl, just trying to make her way through the dark. Some of my writing is very rough and emotional, and I write almost exclusively in free verse. Sometimes I look back at my writing .. more..Writing
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