Naked Tree
My soul is restless tonight,
Shaking like a naked tree,
In the winter.
Probably because there’s cold left over in my bones,
From the last time we said goodbye.
Specializing in word vomit, poetry and grumblings.
My soul is restless tonight,
Shaking like a naked tree,
In the winter.
Probably because there’s cold left over in my bones,
From the last time we said goodbye.
