Somehow Hollow Fall Leaves
and when the trees turn coloured leaves, is when the wind will take you here, i knew this would be what happened next, no matter which way, or which year. i kept on thinking you were the one that made me happy just to see you smile. i knew i would see you at your work, where we first met. i forgot all the times that you said 'kiss me once before i leave, because i'd really like to sleep in comfort'. when i hide all these tears inside then the monsters won't even look. sometimes i wish i knew what you were doing these past two months that you've been away from here, then other times i could care less about you and your problems, they come to haunt me in my sleep. but did you know that this time i'm going to do the right thing now, just be the best i can. just don't expect much from me right now, just read the poems i wrote you (they're all not true). and i'm sorry, you had to die so fast, you were oh so young, twenty-one and already past your prime, so sad, so sad. and i'm thinking, and i know it's the right thing to do, you're already dead so i could care less about you. i wonder how your, i wonder how you're doing in hell.