Tre[sh]e

I was 21 and adored a tree
It's leaves green as you could hope
I wish it'd grow
Open the window
And hug me
It soothes, it cools
It loves
It's mother
Nature! Nature!
Mature! Mature?
I'm still 21
And what a fucking tree.

I Thought It Was Something New, and I Was Right

She was born through a photograph
Classy and shy; stuck in time
Her features were glossy and shined
In the night
A moment (a beauty) captured in print
Subtle in tint
Warm and utterly dashing
I wish to place my fingertips on her lips
Feel them sink slightly through
A burst of red
But they just slide
Artificial and fake
She's confused on common sense
I have no time to wait
(I have all the time in the world)
Fade
Fade in reverse
Someday I'll know what it's REALLY like
To never see her again.

Bend In the Eve

It was a day in the flowers
A day of allergies and butterfly kisses
Spinning through the tallest grass
I got planted and I grew
To be older than I felt ready for
My leaves rot at jobs
And my roots are tested by awful women
But then she watered me
Felt a false sense of strength
But mama didn't raise no tomato
So I fuck it up
Smile real big
Take my bloom
To another garden
This one will fuck me just right.