For the girl I love

How could i ever care about loving myself,
when the best part of me lies within someone else?

you may not understand that the physical signs,
although healed still remain just as fresh in my mind.

the tree does not die just the death of one tree,
if you chop off it's branches and pick off each leaf..

though defined by unavoidable but known repetition,
clearly devastates the squirrel to whom no one will listen.

you are not just my home you are also my shade,
which without i must suffer the sun and the rain.