#WritcoPoemPrompt52
Write a poem on "A tree house"

A tree house was all I've ever known
"August, why are so afraid of love?"
His emerald eyes seized the woody roof
And I waited for his mouth to move
"I don't want to grieve a dying love" he said
The tree house felt small and his gaze held mine
Oh, emerald eyes and sinking orbs
How I would die over and over for his love
"August, what are we?"
Tense shoulders and furrowed brows
He...