Like an Autumn Leaf
Falling
Falling
Falling
Deeper
And deeper
And deeper
For someone I cannot have
hold
hug
touch.
For someone who is prettier
smarter
better
than me
Why
can’t I
just
tell her
how I feel?
What
do I
have
to lose?
Nothing
Falling
Gliding
Cascading
Swiftly away from reality
Spinning
Swirling
Spiraling
Slowly out of my mind
Through the
Crisp
Cold cut
Autumn air
Like a dead leaf
Off of a big oak tree
I don’t know what is to happen
Or
What is meant to be
My mind is as lost as a needle in a hay stack
My life is jumbled around like the balls in the lottery machine
But that’s O.K.
Because life
is really
just
a big lottery
You never know what number
Will pop out
next
My life is like the autumn leaves,
Sitting on the tree
Hanging on for dear life
For they don’t know when the wind will blow
And
Who
Will
Fall
Next.
The love
I have felt
For her
Is the strongest I have ever felt.
The craving for her to be mine
Is
like
the craving
of a meth addict
It never goes away,
It never leaves me alone
It keeps knocking at my door
Pleading me to come out
Then I could ask her
With
No
Fear
If she would be mine
The constant
Longing
That kills me
Everyday
Could
Finally
Be
Gone
Even if she says no
For then
I would know
Which way the wind blows
I would know when I was about to
Cascade
All
The way
Down
To the multicolored floor.
Falling
Falling
Deeper
And deeper
And deeper
For someone I cannot have
hold
hug
touch.
For someone who is prettier
smarter
better
than me
Why
can’t I
just
tell her
how I feel?
What
do I
have
to lose?
Nothing
Falling
Gliding
Cascading
Swiftly away from reality
Spinning
Swirling
Spiraling
Slowly out of my mind
Through the
Crisp
Cold cut
Autumn air
Like a dead leaf
Off of a big oak tree
I don’t know what is to happen
Or
What is meant to be
My mind is as lost as a needle in a hay stack
My life is jumbled around like the balls in the lottery machine
But that’s O.K.
Because life
is really
just
a big lottery
You never know what number
Will pop out
next
My life is like the autumn leaves,
Sitting on the tree
Hanging on for dear life
For they don’t know when the wind will blow
And
Who
Will
Fall
Next.
The love
I have felt
For her
Is the strongest I have ever felt.
The craving for her to be mine
Is
like
the craving
of a meth addict
It never goes away,
It never leaves me alone
It keeps knocking at my door
Pleading me to come out
Then I could ask her
With
No
Fear
If she would be mine
The constant
Longing
That kills me
Everyday
Could
Finally
Be
Gone
Even if she says no
For then
I would know
Which way the wind blows
I would know when I was about to
Cascade
All
The way
Down
To the multicolored floor.
♠ ♠ ♠
It started out as two separate poems, one about a leaf falling and one obviously about love. I accidentally read the two as the same poem after not seeing them for a while. It didn't make sense so I edited it to make sense, then I remembered they were two separate poems.