My Tree
In a sense, he is a tree
Constantly there
Watching over me
For over eight years he’d be
Always near
Close by me
Someday I’d like to think that the
Love felt
Isn’t just in me
But I watch from close by
And I hide the fact that I
Can only be the girl that he
Sits by in English and Biology….
But that’s what I am, and that’s what I’ll be
Forever watching over you,
My tree
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