As we sit back and observe the leaves of fall,
We can silently, and observantly, ponder it all.
How our lives seem to go so fast,
And how our years have quickly became the past.

When we are young, we hardly understand
How fast time goes, how fast the falling sand.
But when we get older the speed of time is clear,
And each passing day brings the end more near.

We must ask ourselves: have we seized the day?
Or took a few minutes to help someone along the way?
Help to pass on what life has given you,
Help to show others a new worldly view.

Human lives are akin to trees in some ways
The falling leaves symbolize our bygone days.
But trees have the ability to sprout anew,
But once our leaves have fallen, our lives are through.

So, I say, observe your days with lasting embrace,
For when gone it’s time you cannot replace.
And when your leaves are gone, I hope it is known,
That because of you, someone else’s leaves have grown.

Just because I never cried doesn’t mean I never cared
I realize, looking back, there are things I should have shared.
I guess, in a way, I was too inexperienced and scared…
Perhaps, for a girl like you, for once I wasn’t prepared.

If only we could see the future, if only we had foresight…
For so long, I tried so hard to keep things good and right.
I tried so hard, I truly did…I tried with all my might
But it seemed like the harder I tried, the more all we did was fight.

Fond memories of us now seem like glass shards upon the floor.
Now, my last memory of you – sadly, you walking out the door.
Now, I live in agony, the only victim of this war…
Now alone, I must live with your last phrase – “I don’t love you anymore…”

I shake my head in disbelief, shocked by what I hear…
“That couldn’t be what you said…I mustn’t have heard you clear.”
“No!” you say with anger, “every word was sincere!”
And so, with all emotion, I cry just one last tear.

But who is speaking these haunted phrases in my head?
You’re gone, long gone, and I’m alone here on the bed.
Perhaps now, with happiness, my soul can finally spread.
But, then again, knowing myself, I’d rather die instead.

So now, looking upon the broken memories, I finally see what you mean.
And now, I set out to **** the beast, in my head, unseen.
Do you think perhaps I can finally end this nightly routine?
And finally remove the final cog from your failure of a machine?

Oh well, who cares?  It’d be useless not to try.
After all, didn’t you convey once that it’s better not to know why?
Well, your secretive ways may not bear a reason for reply,
But my final choice is flawless – you need not worry to deny.

So, to you, my internal love, I bid thee a long needed adieu.
Because of you, I can finally say with these things I’m through.
But guess what?  In this final act, you alone have the best view!
So now don’t fear fate, darling – this is justice long overdue.

He had patiently waited to correctly piece the words together –
He had endured the fights, the lonely nights - all the bad weather.
“Tonight will be different,” he said to himself in his worried head,
“Tonight, no fights, no distractions – just my love for her, instead.”
As he stared, unaware of the future, at her perfect physique,
He grabbed her hand, caressed it, and he began, with difficulty, to speak.

“I never wanted to acknowledge these feelings for another being,
But after you walked into my life, baby I started believing…
Believing in the feeling that somehow I could become more than me…
You’ve given me a world, helped me dream…darling, you’ve helped me see
That no matter what comes my way, with you, I can make it through.
I guess what I want to say is – do you see the same things too?”

But his world – a world painted brilliantly with pictures of her –
Was quite different from hers, in which he was only the saboteur.
How strange it is that two people can look together into the same reflection
And see two pictures – for one, pain…for the other, perfection.
“Tonight,” she thought, “no fights, no distractions – I’ll shred this one way veil…
Tonight we’ll be different…I’ll show him what I see – a hell.”

“Our love was nothing but a shooting star…first brilliant, but destined to die.
Please don’t act surprised – look back at what we’ve lived…nothing but a lie!
You wanted me for the picture you painted – the colors were brilliant and pretty.
But for me, you’re nothing but dull…you’re dark…I wanted you because of pity.
You were different from all the other guys; I thought you could be the best…
But the more I lived our lie, the more I wanted to be just like the rest.
You’re dull…you’re nice…you’re caring…no girl will ever be impressed.”

Finally, his world – the colors, the pictures – all came burning down.
Finally he – like she had been all along – began to slowly sink under and drown.
The more he fought for the surface to be free of all she had caused,
Suddenly, it all made sense…finally, he saw her world, and paused.
The reflection was clear now, with all his refracting emotions now gone.
Finally, he saw what she had seen the entire time – one person…alone.