The interconnectedness between fallen leaves of autumn and the act of letting go,
This time I don't need hope, I guess i figured out that I'll always find a way to glow.
Every part of me I've ever lost, to my perforated spirit, it's time to get them stow.
I'm driving in a new road now, blasting the volume of Un Monde Nouveau.
I was used to filling myself with mourning, now I just say sometimes people outgrow.
Maybe I'd have felt better if I had opened my wounds and bleed a a little, letting it outflow.
Forgiveness is the hardest truth, something that should be choosed..it, I promise I'll try to follow.
Such a weird feeling to choose yourself, to feel the underway warmness of golden yellow...

Sacrament of an autumn park:
yellow wafers on green tongue,
blowsy refrains of early dark.
Head spilling and heart sprung,
I step across these broken shields
to a new-faced evening street
under clouds with bruisy weals
that peel, reveal white meat
of moon, sliced thin to eat
& maybe sate a null that gnaws,
a null that was born when I was:
a branch is incomplete
until the last leaf falls,
transfigured into scrawl.

Your love is like a frozen bird, a
feathered stone falling from the sky.
I wish it didn't die.
It should be flying, and soring, and
healing, against the warm blaze of
the afternoon sun--weaving and
diving through the coolness of the clouds.
But it's gone, and all it can do is
plummet and take a few more
birds out, on its way down.

Someday,
these words I write I’ll eventually say.
That old guitar I might remember to play.
My dreams will find a way,
when there’s hope for someday.

And next year,
I might find I’ve lost another fear,
but along with loss gained another tear.
The words I write you might never hear.

Why I still get up and try,
I can’t lie, I don’t truly know.
But I will myself to rise,
dry my eyes and give it a go.

Tomorrow
I may create a smile from my sorrow,
while living on the time that I borrow;
goes by so fast but feels so slow.

Why I get up and try,
I can’t lie, I don’t truly know.
Because I have yet to die
make a name for I and will it so.

Someday,
these words I write I’ll eventually say.
Create colours in this world of grey,
do my best to make them stay
if there is still hope for someday.

Not a beauty queen
No silver screen
No Emny though I want one
Just you and me
Me and You
Never going to be
Feet on the ground
Reaching for stars yet unseen
You know want I meant
You know what I mean
Never going to be more than what I am
Not sure what that will turn out to be
Still a work in progress stlll hard to be believed
No greater love in tbe world than what we share
For some never going to be
Never going to be