Leaves in Motion [remastered]

Updated: Oct 9, 2021





An Autumn-inspired poem about love; a delightful message to that special someone.

 

October comes with commotion.

The wind blows, leaves in motion.


They all turn colors; some turn red.

Others fly high; some found dead.


Some cry of fear, others blush in pink.

They are all different; it really makes me think...


Why do I sit and wonder how it all unfolds,

When there’s no solution, It‘s what I’ve been told.

The stars don’t align, yet they give a sign;

What I have as mine may not be yours.


These dreams of mine are intertwined with real life signs of what I know.

Choices are for one and all, yet more leaves will always fall.


Here she sheds, Leaves emotion

Trying to find why I said no.

The trees will sway, leaves in motion.

Why don’t you come with ease, go with the flow?


Sometimes I find myself locked inside a box

With vapor smoke and ticking clocks.

Built on instant gratification,

You look around, you find elation.


These goals I have are not short term, as leaves to brown they all do turn.

As long as there are trees that shall stand, I beg better leaves fall in my hands.


Some leaves wither and don’t stand a chance,

Others stay strong and give a second glance.

Some colors I like more than others,

Some fall straight, others just hover...


Why?


To the trees I spoke—

Not a word, not a word,

Not a word was said.


So I go inside, and close my eyes,

To work around their silent lies.

As the days grew older, the wind grew stronger

I went outside, having to look no longer.


One leaf fell to my hands.

I took the chance, my head in the sand.


October is gone, leaves emotion.

November comes with strong devotion!

There was a number, an opportunity.

Blessed by choice, cursed by scrutiny.


She was not what she said she was.

I was not what she thought I was.

Untouchable, explicable, and gullible.


I thought she was what she wasn’t.

I thought the trees knew what they gave!

Unlovable, miserable, nothing but shade.


It seems I have been cursed!

My naivety breached,

My soul in a hearse,

My mind and heart in and out of each.


Why?


To me the trees spoke—

Not a word, not a word,

Not a word I said.


So I go inside, and close my eyes,

To work around her silent lie.

As the days grew older, the wind grew stronger.

I went outside, having to look no longer.


December comes, and all the leaves fall.

The color is gone, yet trees stand tall.


Only time knows who flies high.

Only time knows where we go.


When it’s time to die, when it's time to go

When it’s time I will know

That The Reaper will cry of laughter:

He’ll scream “Ha-Ha!”

And forget she ever died.


Like naked trees in december

Like dead leaves, this unwanted wish,


My care for her, my devotion,

My goddamn emotion:

It was all a glitch.


Light in my eyes, it all became clear

When I realized


She was a bitch.












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