Your Poetry Dot Com - The Old Oak Tree

Array ( [sid] => 106878 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Old Oak Tree [time] => 2005-10-01 15:21:21 [hometext] => In 1991, the author experience the brokeness of a girl he secretly love for three years until she needed him the most. [bodytext] => At the high school I first went
One girl I met such time wasn't spent
Because one look at her I wanted to fight
Evil thoughts about her bothered me day and night
Not a time went by I had anything good to say
Passing through the halls kicking dust in the hay
A cold war harsh as old man winter
While chopping wood outside my hands got a splinter
Then one day a madman came
No girl was with him so he played a game
He tried to hit her with a chair
But on his own evilness gave him a stare
Into my arms she cried giving up a river of tears
Hurt by the threats and shame like being stuck with sticks and spears
But I wiped her eyes dry
I really loved her I couldn't lie
What really made a change in me?
It's when I stopped by the old oak tree

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The Old Oak Tree
Date: Saturday, 1st October 2005 @ 03:21:21 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: kgland

At the high school I first went
One girl I met such time wasn't spent
Because one look at her I wanted to fight
Evil thoughts about her bothered me day and night
Not a time went by I had anything good to say
Passing through the halls kicking dust in the hay
A cold war harsh as old man winter
While chopping wood outside my hands got a splinter
Then one day a madman came
No girl was with him so he played a game
He tried to hit her with a chair
But on his own evilness gave him a stare
Into my arms she cried giving up a river of tears
Hurt by the threats and shame like being stuck with sticks and spears
But I wiped her eyes dry
I really loved her I couldn't lie
What really made a change in me?
It's when I stopped by the old oak tree

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