Leave me alone,
with the trees and the rocks that feel as cold as the stone,
where the leafs will fall down like the rain the pores from the clouds,
and I still sit there getting soaked by the leaves as the touch me like it's allowed,
I'll pour my heart into what I feel is worth something more than what I have,
but for now my heart is silent like the leaves as they fall down onto me,
and my mind is the only thing making a sound,
like the wind does ever so effortlessly,
and it isn't until the leaves have covered me completely,
that I feel nothing but there cold,
a cold that is like the trees and rocks,
but felt a lot more like stone,
and as the leaves became stone,
like I finally felt alone,