the willow tree.

There is a girl,
a person...
one of a kind
she does'nt have a clue
to where shes
going.
She'd beg and beg
"Don't leave,"
but is left in the
biterness
of
this
world.
No one knows her thoughts
her dreams
to be an
immtortal.
Not true.
Nonexistant.
Herself.
They don't know
she'd want to be
left
all
alone.
Deep thought.
Dreams.
and anything else
are now long gone.
So she'll sit
under that bih willow tree
as if she were home
but knowing she is not
breaks her very soul.
Alone in this world
doesn't need anyone
no one to cry on
lean on
or love.
Just her, and herself
under the willow tree.