perhaps to you
I was a desert
with a heat that burned
too harshly;
filled with oases of
false promises
where snakes hide
under the sand
ready to sink
poison into you
in reality, I was
a great forest
filled with cool winds
and shaded sunlight;
covered in soft
green mosses
for you to lay
your head upon
as you watched the
canopies above,
all filled with birdsong
I’d written just for you
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