I suppose you've see ,
from you falling leaves:
that I crush with reckless abandon;
to save you from the pain and misery
of someone else's feet,
that I no longer watch,
with wondering eyes
your changes transform.
That once would excite...
And for all its worth,
It's not you it's me.
And I know you've give me heartache
since passed but,
you've always follow with something
To believe.
But Summer has not been kind this year.
Could you hold me,
in your frost and wind?
No need to keep me warm!
Just please understand...
And Autumn,
One more thing,
Promise you'll be back in a year.
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