My love is like the autumn leaves.
Falling as if i'm genetically predisposed,
To follow the winds in whatever direction they blow.
Landing at your feet, hoping you'll notice me.
With a fleeting glance, you pass on by.
You're smiling and laughing, while I lay there denied.
The chance that I seek to gain your audience.
My heart bonded to you by its own recognizance.
There's nothing that would differentiate me,
From all the other leaves laying there at your feet.
My vibrant colors don't stand out in your eyes.
It never dawned on me that you could be colorblind.
Leaves swept up together in this fall holocaust.
Raked and bagged up, or in a bonfire, we are...