writing game 3

Applecore

I’ll know you on a day to come when my body gave you all,

The branch from which I hang gives up and lets my body fall,

And I´ll plunge downwards screaming, whirling to the ground,

But when I hit it will be still and nothing makes a sound.

I´ll lie there, on the ground with you, I still won’t set you free,

And all around us, those who fell with their hearts from the tree.

We´ll watch as some of them gets picked,

Up by strangers hands.

And rubbed and shined and pried of life their hearts will be left out,

Alone there on the grassy ground with little voice to shout.

I´ll hide my heart away from harm, from anger and from pain

I´ll rock it in my steady arm and shelter it from rain,

Though I´ll get smaller you will thrive and when I´m gone I´ll know,

My heart will still be full of life and have a heart to grow.

Anette Dich :)