What if

autumn

there's a garden near my home,
so bright, so livid, so full of emotions i cannot hold,
but the one in my own is filled with withering trees,
the water doesn't flow anymore,
i see a mirror,
I'm as yellow as an autumn leaf, but i remember the spring i bloomed,
the summers i've danced around in the wind,
asking for a little more, everytime,
but i couldn't escape the cold inside my velvet bones,
now i lie on the garden floor,
it would be so easy to set it ablaze,
a matchstick, the fire,
how easy to see it all go down to waste,
but for the life of me, i cannot do it,
cannot escape the agony, I've become the words you failed to speak,
i crumble,
and you never brush the pieces aside,
for i litter, my love is everywhere,
but my heart doesn't bleed, the blood won't flow,
have you seen the garden near my home?
I'm envious, it's turned me ugly,
I bet you've never looked at my face and thought me to be the one,
I am for all and no one,
I'm autumn, 
and when the wind starts to blow, more of me fall to the floor,
its not so bad, this garden in my home.