Willow

Breaking down at the sight of a willow
Weeping gently, beside its sleeves
Tear stains on the side of the pillow
Incomplete, it suits me

Patiently, I bide my time
Physically, within firs of twine

I remind myself all that I know
Peace will come soon
Time to let go
And I know
I can't force it down
As I'm sat at the head of the table
I'm a good show
I'll make you all proud



Credits
Writer(s): Rebecca Centella
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