The Last Leaf Ov Autumn

'tis a story unheard,untold,
about a woman grey and old...
waiting for the return ov her heart,she sold..
but it never came..
and she couldn't realize she sold it in vain..
All she got in return was suffering and pain..
pain ov her lost love.
Mirthfully she gathers the fallen leaves,
still she couldn't realise it is the autumn breeze..
staring at the swaying broken door ov her cot,
which cues her ov her past...
she wants to get lost in her reveries at last,
forever in his enigmatic charm..
'cause she is high on his love,opium..
Yet,she often prays for a wind to come,
and blow her away like the last leaf ov autumn...


she sees her tears roll down her numb cheeks..
out on the ground they fall...
She is clutched by her vanity,
she cant move,no,she cant feel..
but no one could ever see,
neither the ignorant nor the sapient..
the chasm which was consuming her from within..
she sold her heart for him.
Now,she only adjures that he knows,
he knows how much she loved him.
and one day he will return,
to her or to her grave...
the day she'd again cast her smile suave.
He would then know for sure,
she sold her heart,not in vain,but for him....
and he would treasure the last leaf ov autumn...