You were the leaves on the trees
at the start of fall.
Hooked onto trees that stood too tall.
Summer had passed and sadness struck
— but you still remained, beautiful and bright.
A pleasant new array of color in the crisp, cool air
that brought me delight.
and for a moment I hoped you'd last.
Because times were changing,
and they were changing too fast.
But the days went on
And soon your leaves were gone.
Because seasons change,
And I guess so did you.
YOU ARE READING
Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
