Catch a weeping willow laughing
It's sneer insincere
& hitch a ride from the core of an apple
As it falls to the ground.
You see
That dress you made
You never made it for me
But it fits nicely.
I scream to the angel of life and death
You must have made a mistake
You know you did.
And when I dug up the bird I'd burried long ago
It's heart was in a different box.
I see
The mess I made
Never thought you would leave.
What will be will be.
When will it feel better.
Will it
Make me feel better.
Like when I could sit beneath the willow tree.
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