Branches

Despite connecting cliches
Because of blood sucking leeches
I will never look upon branches
Without thinking of you.

You ripped my roots whilst standing
My leaves were all gone, so demanding
I was left with nothing on my branches
Because of the bitch that was you.

When it came that summer passed into winter
And my soul was scarred by those spilnters
My like was like frozen branches
Empty with a hole left by you


...And you knew.