Wannabe Weeping Willow
I’m jealous
Of that woman crying under the willow tree
Sitting in her sadness, feeling her feelings
Not caring that everyone can see
Enjoying release
Her tears and nature
In perfect harmony
I know I’m sad but
My eyes are dry
My branches are stiff
There’s no mascara on my pillow
Dried out by this drought
Why can’t I be
A weeping willow?
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