Sorry

You are a gnarled pear tree,
 Near an Oak that binds your bitter roots.
 Beneath its living branches
 Fingers bend and ache with rotting fruit.
 And I am sorry, sorry, sorry for my shade.
 Uprooted to protect you.
 Sorry, sorry, sorry for my shade.
 What a stick figure I have made.
 You are a bitter brother in the shadow of a twin.
 Strangled in a warm embrace.
 You have grown up savage, mean and thin.
 And I am sorry, sorry, sorry for my arms.
 I tried to protect you.
 Sorry, sorry, sorry for my arms.
 I have darkened all of your charms.
 You are a jack-o-lantern,
 Who woke up on a bitter winter morn.
 Your skin, soft and sallow.
 Your short season has now come and gone.
 I am sorry, sorry, sorry the time.
 Your ruined face, some reflection of love.
 Sorry, sorry, sorry for the time.