Notches

Chapter 7 | Mountain Top

Notches

 

i imagined

every year with you

notched on a tree

counting time

for building memories

but you cut the tree down

i imagined

every year with you

notched on a tree

counting time

for building memories

but you cut the tree down

build a fire

and burned me at the stake

for every hour

i disappointed

You

do you hear

the din in my tone

not willing to

leave me alone

give me guilt trips

over a cross that isn’t mine to shed

as i laid there in bed

as a child

build a fire

and burned me at the stake

for every hour

i disappointed

You

do you hear

the din in my tone

not willing to

leave me alone

give me guilt trips

over a cross that isn’t mine to shed

as i laid there in bed

as a child

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