Autumn Leaves Through Autumn Leaves

    

When autumn leaves, only the scent of autumn leaves

remains.

All the remains of summers past

and winters blue

and you

and all the things i’ve left behind

are lives of all the autumns.

Our autumns,

with all the sweet and bitter words that flew

around us.

With all the obscure things you knew

about me.

With all the memories i never would have had

without you.

 

So what am i supposed to do

when all past lives of autumn leaves

– our autumn leaves –

are hauntingly reminding me of…

True.

I was the first to leave our summers and our winters blue

But right away, came you.

 

This fall’s story was born through autumn leaves,

we’ll still be carrying autumnal roots

and randomness and scents and warmth and all the inbetweens.

We could have eaten all the autumn fruits

but then again, we haven’t and we never will

It’s too late now for fruits, for us.

It’s autumn still.

Don’t make a fuss, we’ve made a choice.

We will be fine, we will.

 

Once in a while we should set free the haunting lives of feelings past,

beacause

such autumns like were ours could never last.

 

Corset no name,

Fustă Hennes, vintage,

Botine piele, vintage,

Curea împletită, no name,

Geantă cumpărată din Italia,

Coliere no name,

Pălărie vintage,

Green Eyed Kisses,