I took a walk into the woods
to get away from all of you
Sat underneath an ancient tree
as the sap dripped down my back
I thought of all the people I'd left behind
And as I gazed into that ancient tree
I saw a carving
they were initials, in a heart
the letters faded with age
I could almost imagine the one who carved them
sitting under that ancient tree
Maybe he came here one night
desperation on his breath
with a knife in his hand
he pledged his love
and maybe
they
lived happily
ever after
But I doubt it.
Maybe she
broke his heart
and he died that night
with a knife in hand
sitting under this ancient tree.
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