let me make it pretty for you

it was the color of ash
not an ash tree
just a dead tree
its bark came off like vines, crumbly
and insecure

it was easier to climb up than to get down
there was only one branch to sit on at the very top
and the wind swayed the entire fragile thing
but it was possible to make a handhold
by scratching away the ashy bark
to fit my need

i knew why you didn't come up
it was dark
the vines were flaking
and backwards
the branch probably couldn't support our weight anyways

so i sat on top
alone
watching from above
the running horse below
escape a lasso

love tree

love is just like an apple tree
you sit around to wait and see
if all your hard work has come to be
that perfect apple that looks so right
so u go ahead and take a bite
and you find out its just not ripe
you dont just pull it out of the ground
you still cherish this tree and keep it around
although you may get a frown
the freindship you have will keep your hearts bound
and no matter what you will keep it safe and sound
you will always check in and see how its been
and maybe in the future u can try it again
because this just might not be the right time of year
even though this time may shed a tear
you'll never let this tree have any fear
because no matter what you'll always be near

-kyle