WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME

When Fall comes, and the tree is done

I want to gather up the leaves  

And put them back

The majesty doesn't seem complete 

For the barren, lonely tree 

Like hearts with cracks

Somehow they both are undefined 

Desolate, and left behind 

There is no draw

Eyes seek perfection naturally

Avoid the blemished, empty tree

And hearts with flaws

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Don't look too deep...

When you look at me...

I'm sure my heart is nothing

Nothing you want to see

Don't look too deep

When you look at me

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The birth of Spring, it always brings

The slight bitterness, of envy, into light

It's so unreal

That I would relent, even consent

To begrudge an injured tree

It's chance to heal

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~

On the outside, I can be

As pretty as, the tree in spring

The surface never shows

What I hold back

All that I lack

Underneath it, deep inside

Oh take a look, and you will find

The damage that will prove

I'm not intact

My heart is cracked

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~~~*Chorus*~~~

Don't look too deep...

When you look at me...

I'm sure my heart is nothing

Nothing you want to see

Don't look too deep

When you look at me

~~*~~

Oh when you look at me...

Don't look too deep

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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