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The Woods

These scattered trees mean a lot to me
And so often I think that here I’m free.
Many years ago I sent a message
Or two. On how I’d explore your foliage
Teenage fantasy written in bliss met
With mocking, I’d call it innocence yet
Somehow among puns on hard wood it’s true
Those muddy filthy dreams about you
Were cherries gorged and berries plucked
A bittersweet truth asking to be sucked
 
The dreams ended slowly but the woods still
Remained rooted loosening my will
And fixed in my mind as true romance
So more years on, I took you and we’d dance
Watching horses slowly under the leaves
Kissing, remarking how fast love breathes
Finding paradise we both shed our shame
And laughed for we’d found Eden again.
That was just innocent and while on dirt
We held each other close, free from all hurt
 
But leaves fall from trees and Eden grew cold
And you cast me out as they all foretold
Though I did not eat of forbidden fruit
Nor your’s granted, and while I am no brute
Years punished, banned from your garden
Even while you begged me for pardon,
Ever granted though your love was unjust,
forcing me was unnecessary, must
I now wander these barren woods alone
Thinking of past love and things unsaid by phone?

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