Catching Leaves

My young soul lies under a tree
A whispered willow or a prudent pine
I lie there to look up at the sky
The blue terrain speckled with white crumbs
Drops of dew climbing along my hands
And blades of grass creeping up along my legs
They try to listen, to bear my tears
As the leaves on the tree fall all around
They fall around me like dropping planes
Just like my summer past and lives I'd forgot
Like all those who left without looking back
Abandoning me, but I know the reasons
There are many better things for me
And so I begged and pleaded them leave me be
Which they did falling off the branches one by one
Leaving me alone looking at leaves under a tree

Sweet Tooth

Inside I scramble to hide
The urges, the feeling, the desire
For that one small love
I can lose all control
I'm not sure where it came from
But still the hunger roars
I reach out, I find it
Gone in three seconds
And suddenly I'm fine
The sweet tooth has calmed