Leaves are falling on the ground,
Colors of yellow, orange and brown...

I hate when people say
"what a perfect life&quot...

As the breathing gets deeper,
The noises fade away...

I know these times are rocky,
Things aren't as perfect as before...

When I move ill miss you,
more then I can say...

Black coats on our bodies,
Dark Masks on our face...

Breath full
Slow is the moment as it is passed...

Stepping away,
Taking a breath...

I am so sick of all this crap,
all your excuses...

You thought you could break my heart.
That...

OK this poem was not written to be mean at all. it...

Mother and father of mine,
I am no longer your little girl...