God knows i’d rather be uprooted
like the leaves on the branches of trees
dancing in the breeze
on a delicate, crisp autumn day,
i try to hold on as we tremble.
i can’t seem to let go as you
try to shake me off.
so maybe i’ll just let the sands of time
bury the thought.
until one day,
when you forget why it is
you started dancing in the first place.
i promise to hold onto you,
to be there to catch you when you’re cut down…
to be there to catch you when you’re cut down…
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