The Palm Trees
The palm trees,
swaying in the breeze
wave hello,
to people passing by.
The palm trees,
swaying in the breeze
wave hello,
to people passing by.
The clouds start to cry,
because everyone passes by.
They wave.
A stupid sad poem
I am sad, I need
held, I need loved, but who would
ever love this trash
The palm trees,
swaying in the breeze
wave hello,
to people passing by.
The palm trees,
swaying in the breeze
wave hello,
to people passing by.
The clouds start to cry,
because everyone passes by.
They wave.
A stupid sad poem
I am sad, I need
held, I need loved, but who would
ever love this trash