I watched that single leaf fall.
And I had never related more.
It falls cause the ground will catch it.
And I’m falling but nothing’s there.
So when I hit concrete.
I will have to pick up the pieces.
Because you left with no trace.
And I don’t want to learn this young.
That love is hopeless.
And people will always leave.
So please don’t let me learn this young.
To be cynical.
About the one thing,
That has kept me going.