Leaves And Love



If asked to pick

I would pick leaves

Those lush green leaves, those supporting leaves

The feel, the soul of spring, the non betraying shade

The forever commitment to die before betrayal

They hang on till they wither’

Till life is gradually sucked out of them and they are swept with the wind

Away from their beloved, away from everything they ever lived for

Withered, exiled away to the cold, hard ground

The world never cares, crushes and treads on them

But they are dead, their hearts broken.

The feel has left their body

They are dead, their stories forgotten

But those who love know their love

The feel, the feelings, the heartbreak

The endless waiting, the futile efforts

The rejection, the still blossoming love

That threatens to never fade, to stay throughout the summer

Create an atmosphere which is surreal

The time of love till it passes

Thats when the hearts break, when the first leave hits the ground

After falling from the heights of love

To the depths of heartbreak

So I choose leaves, my leaves, the green leaves.




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