I'll try to be brief.
You remind me of
a maple leaf. How
bravely it falls.
How it's flawless
as it dances while it
makes its way down
to the solid floor.
Your skin is lovely light
brown just like the maple
leaf laying innocently on
the ground. The way the
winds carry it away from
town to town. Is similar to
how the winds carry to me
your voice and sound.
Whenever im feeling down
ill carry a maple leaf around
in the pocket of my ripped
jeans. This way you'll be kind
of close to me. You'll always
be hanging on a maple leaf
tree during the autumn
season. Which is the season
where our love was found.
And that was the first time
our souls had ever felt wild
and free* ~