Darling, autumn rains owe you nothing to feel good about.
as you break hearts like you crunch the leaves,
Darling, autumn rains owe you nothing to feel good about.
Someone who can so easily dismiss the loudness of the dead leaves
does not deserve the kiss of the alive.
You protect your heart from flowing into the ocean -
open, wide, ready to take in all the toxins flowing in.
You forget that these very leaves become the earth,
And the hearts you break are the oceans that love this dust.
If you keep loving with your heart boxed,
That’s no love at all.
The autumn owes you nothing.
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