Sevikins
Refugee
My first... it's popped in my head. I know I'm not a poet... it's more like bad feelings rolled into one in short choppy sentences. Something like that.
Treeguy
Treeguy.
He came at me.
High from the sky.
In his cherrypicker.
Swerving. Chainsaw rattling.
Intimidating.
Why the rush?
(The blood to my head)
Why the lust?
(You created in me, however fleeting)
Why the timing?
(Why so late? If only, if only you were-- three years early)
Why the questions?
(Were you really interested?)
Why no answers?
(Unsatisfactory and wrong)
Treeguy-- causing my heart to break
With just a few words.
It might as well been me you were cutting down, and not my tree.
Treeguy
Treeguy.
He came at me.
High from the sky.
In his cherrypicker.
Swerving. Chainsaw rattling.
Intimidating.
Why the rush?
(The blood to my head)
Why the lust?
(You created in me, however fleeting)
Why the timing?
(Why so late? If only, if only you were-- three years early)
Why the questions?
(Were you really interested?)
Why no answers?
(Unsatisfactory and wrong)
Treeguy-- causing my heart to break
With just a few words.
It might as well been me you were cutting down, and not my tree.
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