The Fall

Dear autumn, I'm in love with the fall. You know, I used to be with summer back in march but she won't answer my calls. Honestly don't think I'll miss her at all. All the madness that she brings, makes me want to put my head through a wall. Look we compliment each other, though I can't hear yours. I think of you and all I see is dead leaves on the floor. That's how I feel inside... Like I used to be alive. Scenarios and memories, they water my eyes. Emotions swiftly cut deep, down to core. So like those leaves on the floor. I'm not that green anymore.