You Painted the Tree I'm Looking For

Your eyes are love
Their holding on to me
I need a big paper so
I can paint them alive

You painted the tree I’m looking for…

Every night I go to sleep
I want to taste your smile
So that my blood starts to boil
I fall asleep in warm dreams

You painted the tree I’m looking for…

I’m stuck here in prison
It’s really really cold
But your voice embraces me
Keeps me from my illness

You painted the tree I’m looking for…

…You painted the tree I need for living

poem by Ilme SonCries
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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