I wrote it last night. it's kinda unfinished, it doesn't sound finished, but i was struggling to think of any last lines. almost all the poems i write end up unfinished.
You found me swinging by the neck
In your favourite tree
And it was Autumn,
The leaves swirled around me.
The colours red and brown
A sunset-gilded rain,
As the leaves fell to the ground.
You cried for me again.
And i was slowly swaying
In the crisp and cooling breeze,
The noose gently creaking,
Like the branches of the trees.
2007-11-17
21:11:51
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