Apr 2014
We're the leaf falling.
Moving, carried slowly
Touching, scraping the sidewalk,
Ripping, tearing under feet
Drying, crumbling into tiny pieces
Scattered, spread, carried in separate directions.
We're the leaf falling.
Moving, carried slowly
Touching, scraping the sidewalk,
Ripping, tearing under feet
Drying, crumbling into tiny pieces
Scattered, spread, carried in separate directions.
We're the leaf falling.
Well, I lost a friend.
It happens.
No, he ain't dead.
But it hurts nonetheless.
A great way to start the day :D
It happens.
No, he ain't dead.
But it hurts nonetheless.
A great way to start the day :D
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)
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