i have been bingeing myself on songs of love and loss and if i were a tree, maybe my affection would grow like moss and you’d think my leaves were pretty and sit beneath them whilst you read the poems that i wrote for you and understand words left unsaid but what would happen in the winter? when i start wilting away? when my branches die and wither could you promise that you’d stay? and if the snow becomes too cold would you build a fire from me? is the promise of spring enough to keep you from leaving? i can show you things you’ve never seen i can fly you to the moon i would set myself ablaze to give you one warm afternoon but i can only do so if you’re willing and it seems too good to be true are you ready for a heart like mine? to accept the love gifted you? or is my next song one of sorrow? will you let my petals bloom?