I have never seen a real autumn
But I imagine the leaves
Falling one by one
All crisply brown, not green
Just like my hopes and dreams
Even if I try, and tried I did
To pick them all up again
But more would fall slowly, but surely, down
And all my efforts were in vain
As I hold your hand, I can’t help but think
This hand had held another with the
same tenderness and care
Which I thought only we share
As I kiss your lips,
I can’t help but think
Had those lips kissed another
with the same passion and need
Which I thought only I could fulfilled
As I tried to hold you
Close to me, the way I used to
I can’t help but think
Someone else had held you the way I do
Two hearts beating as one
When that heart should have only been mine
So I pulled away
when all I ever wanted again
was to be close to you
so you could relief my pain
Now I have nothing to hold on to
except the pillow by my side
and the broken dreams
and the lost hopes
And so it seems
Autumn is gone
Winter has come
I am in a dark, cold place
Living in an empty space
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC