this poem reminds me of that one summer, when sara (a coincidence) was the tree and jason hadn't been around to pick his fruits. i just happened to walk by in the evening, and a fruit dropped in front of me. i saw them on the sidewalk all around me.. and being the fool that i was, i thought they were all dropped just for me. oh god, i was drunk on all these fruits and i made a complete ass of myself. turned out that jason was only away temporarily. i don't think he knew. i want to dig up the whole tree, and transplant all of her to my front yard. *cries*
2005-01-24
Added by: greg
this poem is about a neglected woman. reminds me of that one summer, when sara (not the poet) was the tree and jason hadn't been around to pick the fruits. she was overgrown with them. i just happened to walk by, when a fruit dropped in front of me. i saw them on the sidewalk all around me.. and being the fool that i was, i thought they were all dropped just for me. oh god, i was drunk on these sara fruits and i made a complete *** of myself. turned out that they were still for jason, and he was only away for several months. i don't think he knew. i want to dig up the whole tree, and transplant all of her to me. *cries*
This is how i feel when i'm writting.