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This Forest,

Drowns like Sadness.

These Green remind of my red heart,

Hard to see, or realise,

Maybe easier to Understand.

Today as I walk through the woods,

With this reviving smell.

I do realise the dead in me,

The me lost I did forget.

The redness of my blood,

The veins of my leaves,

Need a sun to grow,

Need light to know,

I want to show,

I want to show,

Every day I grow,

I want to show.

or something like...

Why do you beat so fast?

My Calm heart.

Why do you hide in glass?

My stained love.

Maybe I think to much 

About me and you.

Every freckel of my soul,

Feels you somehow,

Every Glance of you,

Makes me fall too.