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Autumn Leaves

Tiptoeing around it,
Everytime I see your face,
Not with my voice,
Maybe my guitar,
It’s much softer anyway.

A single note and then silence,
A hum and then the melody fades,
Just like my voice,
With every moment,
Drifting further away.

The thing that inspires,
The fire that burns everyone,
But when it’s gone,
You miss you wish,
The feeling would come.
And all I require,
If for someone as sweet as the scene,
Of autumn leaves,
Falling gently,
Into a sea of green.

Wishing I could do justice,
And write a song like Eight Line Poem,
Weeping guitar,
Bitter sweet emotion,
The addicting feeling I know.

Drying up in words now,
As tears dampen my face,
Like every morning,
Time again for the chorus,
Reminding what doesn’t change.

The one that inspires,
The fire that burns everyone,
But when she's gone,
You miss you wish,
To just hold the one.
And all I require,
If for something as sweet as the scene,
Of autumn leaves,
Falling gently,
As you stand next to me.

Tiptoeing around it,
Everytime I see your face,
Not with my voice,
Maybe my guitar,
It’s much softer anyway.

posted by fillshe @ 11:14 PM