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She's my Oak, my tall dead oak.
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*Vent*Vent*Vent*Vent*Vent* My first girl friend was cold and fragile
but soft
a love of mine for two years
I felt if I held her to tight she would crumble
and her crumbs would fall over my arms
like her hair did
so I held her
her hair only to be described like the straight bark on a dead tree
knotted
unfotunate
and by the time the sun turned back round again
she found out she wasn't gay
and I was left
had her heart for a day
she had mine for next year
I still drink on it
though now I am a man
and another like me, lays as my heater for a large portion of a long while
he is my energy, my kai
but
she still regulates my tempature
when I get heated
from the fighting
I do that sometimes
she never liked it
when I wound up in the ring
come out battered and often with hemorrhage
she never tried to stop me
still doesn't
my tree still comes to every meet
ever tournament
like shes to stand gaurd of me
like she's my one man cheer squad but nothing short of a mad couch
like I was Rocky,
squaring up for a match at the heavy weight championships
tells me if I lose shes going to jail for a fellony
'cause shes not afraid to kill a mother fucker if they even touch me
she keeps me level headed
my best friend
I still find her bark in my bed
she comes over too often for me to ever get rid of it
its like her signiture
and if he leaves
I'll be left with only my wants in life
after all
shes all I've got left.
