Villanelle

Villanelle
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I sit and think in the shade of this tree
I realize, then thinking I stress
What you really meant to me

Wondering how this came to be
Now so broken such a mess
How did this happen to me

You knew my favorite kinds of teas
My favorite color, my favorite dress
And even how I don’t like peas

Oh how I wish that I could flee
Escape this mess, be careless
Fly away like an angry bee

Why oh why must it be me
The smiles not real their just useless
Afraid the world around might see

I wish I could go back in time nerveless
Rewind and start back over fresh
I sit and think in the shade of this tree
What you really meant to me.