The woods
Alone I travel into the night
Not anyone or anything in sight
Wandering around like a flightless bird
Speechless, not muttering a single word.
I spit out my feelings, drowning them with my thoughts.
My stomach is turning and filled with knots.
No one dares listens or show me care,
I keep on and on. They just leave me there.
It’s hard for me to catch the attention of the woods.
It’s so easy for them, I was misunderstood.
Did I not dress well, my scent not appealing?
Or is it those plants just utterly revealing?
I try so hard and wish and wish
For just one oh so gentle lovely kiss.
With the woods, to feel how they felt.
Without love, my heart will just melt.
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