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The vacant Apple Tree
The vacant apple tree
A bitter end and a beautiful beginning
Sometimes you just want to give in
With what you've been given
I know you want to be delivered
From the binding shackles of him
Best believe I still carry some shackles of her
Let's drive from that city
Until in our rearview it's a blur
We get lured into regret
Feels like an unpaid debt
Nothing left but that longing for the opposite sex
Off of your feet your swept, inevitably you wept
Constantly living for a relationship death,
But now it's time for life
Aren't you ready for your mind to be at ease?
Time to smell the roses
Inhale the spring breeze
Time for the basics, for me complexity is so far
Be awed by a sunset, stop... for a moment
Witness the magnificence of God
scarred from hurts incision, that hit you and split you
wounds come baby, but we have regenerating tissue
I bet he will miss you, he'll never forget you
Just remember he never was the source that lifts you
Just another brother selling some dreams
Bootleg at that
Motives are unseen
Things aren't what they seem
But it is what it is
Many times we open our hearts but close our eyelids
We focus on slick talk, nowadays thats so profuse
Ignoring the barren tree before us...
That has no fruit.
Walter Monroe aka
" Coldaugust" © 2007
