I'm under the willow tree.
I hope that you are looking for me.
Once I searched among the dirt and moss,
I'm now waiting in the meadow across.
The sun burns my skin.
My soul is shriveling like a raisin.
But still I wait for you my love.
To make my heart soar like the clouds above.
Fill this empty pit in soul.
Warm me during nights so cold.
For I have waited for all eternity.
For you to come find me.
About the Creator
Kendall Earl
I am a student at University that is majoring in English. I hope to be a novel writer and am trying to work on my writing skills. I hope you enjoy my work.
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