Ashes

Beneath the bark of this old tree lies the softest wood

You sit in my shade and dream of love

But my leaves fall to the ground with a thunderous crash

Each one tattooed with "I don't love you anymore"

Feverishly, you gather them with hopes of a phoenix

Only to have them crumble in your grasp

Turning to ash by the smoldering embers of your broken heart

F. Tipa