The autumn leaves
Within the grasp of the breeze
Into a magic it weaves
But,to be a prisoner it agrees
.
In the end of the street
There she strolls
Like an autumn leaf
Near dead-beating souls.
Her broken,heavy heart
Weighs more than a skyscraper
She’s turned into a destroyed art
Like a paper,too weak to be torn apart.
A desire to let her spirits fly
Higher and higher above the moon-lit sky
To fall from that height
But to be perfectly alright.
Not a gift to be treasured
Or a pearl in the sea
But,to be a prisoner she can never agree.
This is me!! This is who I am
I love music 
This is a good one…for me it can be interpreted in different ways…it can be about love, it can be about dreams…but no matter in what side you read it, you know how it felt, how she felt in that moment…that sums up how I think,,,anyway i like it! 🙂
Thank you so much
Beautifully written poem. It’s good to write what you actually feel and I agree with Sam it depends how the readers interpret your words. As I read it, you seem inspired on that moment. Well done! 🙂
thank u so so much ^_^
Aspects of the leaf:
Clinging to the tree, while pushed around by the breeze.
It will eventually fall, but the fall is like flight, now free.
It can be crushed and crumpled, but the colour will always remain.
The beauty of the leaf, even as it changes, can be forever.
😀
ohh..ya true 🙂
Thank u so much for all your critiques….i feel ‘thank you ‘isntt really enough to tell u how much i am thanking you
XD
Well, you are a poet, I’m sure you can find words! 😀
lol XD