when my thoughts trail down
those wooded paths we tread, i wonder
what there was to see in you
other than the beauty of any beast
wisdom dictates never befriend physical attraction
nothing is expected of friendship
other than the love it is
analysis, fools rush in, live and learn
you saw in me a kindness to your needs
someone on whom you could depend, moments
when the soul lies distraught
the world walks on by, as i have learned
then for some reason, perhaps an innate evil
lurking in all of us
my kindness you perceived, a weakness
this did not leave me, bright position
prognosis, this too shall pass

in this discourse, leaves have fallen
winter always takes its toll
yet spring returns, life begins anew
yes there are frail branches
in this trees strength 
but they have learnded to bend
let go, survive my judas
find your salvation therein


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