The Giving Tree

All the leaves of the giving tree have fallen.

I’ve got scars from a pocket knife.

If all you wanted was love..

Why did you use me up,

cut me down..

build a boat

and sail away.. 😦

All I wanted to be…

is to be your GIVING TREE..

settle down,

BUILD a home,

and make you happy.. 😦

😦 😦 😦 </3 </3