I tell the pear tree that I cannot visit her, She understands
I tell the pear tree that I won’t be coming back, She understands
I tell the pear tree that I have changed, She (will) understands
I show the pear tree how I have changed, She looks and understands
I tell the pear tree how I like tea, She understands and gives me some
I tell the pear tree that I don’t like myself, She understands and drops a fruit
I tell the pear tree the place I was at today, She understands, but she doesn’t
recognize
I tell the pear tree that I had mulberries today, She laughs, and she smiles with
vigor
I tell the pear tree that I want to go home now, She laughs again, she won’t let me
go
home
I tell the pear tree that I feel cold at sea, She knows, but she warned me about
it
I tell the pear tree that I want to approach, She understands but she can’t do
anything
I tell the pear tree that I want to approach myself, but she can’t do anything
I tell the pear tree that I want to see myself, but she won’t reveal
i like pears, my grandma also likes pears, she likes them because they are always sweet. when i was little she would give us a pear everytime we would go out at 9 in the morning on saturday. surprisingly, no one would be out this early, near the trees walking and jumping and revolving around from all that pear sugar. it would feel like we had the whole neighborhood to us. with pears in our hands, rotating around the playground. what is it a pear that won’t hold your teeth marks? have a pear before you click <3