Hanging TreeA Poem by a-decaying-soul
i stand here, waiting for yesterday
waiting for you to unleash a warm embrace, but I'm afraid; the darkness has taken you away to a spiralling oblivion of a place I feel your whisper, as the wind blows through the trees trapping your kisses where they used to awake upon my sleeve your gentle touch revisits fingertips pressing and caressing my facial features you always said my eyes catches beauty amidst yet they have lacked security ever since i wish to join you soon so we can again reconcile affection my fate waits along the hanging tree the place where my rope awaits me i will meet you soon my love, meanwhile, i will let you be don't forget me © 2014 a-decaying-soulReviews
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StatsAuthora-decaying-soulCoventry, Coundon, United KingdomAboutI am a young individual who aspires to become a writer/poet. Some of my greatest influences have came from beautiful poetic people such as Sylvia Plath and Oscar Wilde. I also produce a series of abst.. more..Writing
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