So undecided
Do I miss you? Do I not?
I would rather not

You know I miss you
So he said, I wouldn't know
He never said so

Learning to discount
The sweet whispers of his love
That he doesn't mean

Too cold hearted, I
Say of myself. I know I'm
Just protecting me

I would not love you
You say so many things I
Know you do not mean

Falling yellow leaves
So beautiful but withered
Is it autumn yet?