the falling leaves remind me how your hair fell into your face. the falling leaves remind me how you fell from grace.
The falling leaves look like drifting snow, and as I look into the winter without you, I wonder how you're doing, I wonder what you're doing without me. The morning sun is slanting through the trees, and I wonder which particular beam is illuminating you, as you sleep, curled like one of Spring's unfurling leaves on your bed.
The days are like falling leaves, bitter and brittle, and so I am-- ready to crumble at the first strike. The hours drift by like falling leaves, like the leaves you brushed from your hair. You left me lying on the ground, cold and alone, as empty as the hand that held yours, moments before. You left me lying there for hours to break into pieces in peace.
The days are icy and lonely, and they remind me of how it isn't, so I remember the summer, and how I memorized every curve of your body. I miss the moments when you let your guard down. I miss the moments when your serious eyes would lighten, when I took you by surprise, when you would smile, laugh, throw your arms around me. I miss those carefree moments, as I drove you anywhere you wanted to go, where you'd throw your head back and sing your freedom song. But summer's long gone.
If there was ever a war for my heart, you won, because I was always yours.
This poem spoke to me in many different levels- love, joy, regret and sorrow. Emotions that a lot of readers can relate. You have a natural talent to pull the readers towards the next sentence with your words- something only few can really do successfully and fluently.
You have an amazing way of describing what you want to say. It offers the reader such a visual means of relating to your words. This is yet another wonderful poem by you.
Hello, my name is William and I'm a write-aholic.
My first poem ever was written in January 2009, so I'm still pretty rough. Nothing is perfect, but I'm addicted to writing, and I do enjoy doing it.. more..