Like a tree that's lost it's leaves
I shiver, as though a cool summer breeze
Has been propelled through me.
Alone I sit, twisting down
From the land of contentment,
Is it my fault? I'm gargling remorse.
Incapable of aiding thee
You're sinking deep into the sea,
While I simply stand only on a rock.
Willing, praying, desperate,
For you to soar out of this mess
Into loves arms again. Please.