Love is Lonely

October Leaves

October Leaves
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If I can see the Sun
then why am I still
so cold?
Watching the leaves dying
just to be
picked up

Im as naked as the trees
Im as frozen as the ground
I will keep watching the leaves
as we both fall down

So I will follow October
as she slowly
walks away
Im sure I will get it
next time
I promise