weeping willow.
frail arms
around your
small waist
and shaking frame
holding you close
and adding to your warmth
that’s hardly there
gentle touches
to your tear stricken face
wiping away the
last bit of strength you had
and assuring you
that
it would be alright
but these arms
and these hands
start to fall apart
before your own eyes
crumbling
into dust into
nothingness
the shoulder you used to cry
is no longer there
and you blame yourself
for making them hold
you upright
when they could hardly
hold themselves
and now you must
find somewhere
to wither away silently
and sob into your palms
with no one but yourself
to tell you
it will be okay.
around your
small waist
and shaking frame
holding you close
and adding to your warmth
that’s hardly there
gentle touches
to your tear stricken face
wiping away the
last bit of strength you had
and assuring you
that
it would be alright
but these arms
and these hands
start to fall apart
before your own eyes
crumbling
into dust into
nothingness
the shoulder you used to cry
is no longer there
and you blame yourself
for making them hold
you upright
when they could hardly
hold themselves
and now you must
find somewhere
to wither away silently
and sob into your palms
with no one but yourself
to tell you
it will be okay.