Keep Me Poem by Devlin Pajaron

I am a leaf
From a tree I held
It didn't want me
It let go

The wind brought me
To places I have never been
I asked it if I could stop by
To places that might keep me

It was cold, I was pale
T'was Winter when I came
It was my first place, it didn't want me
It let go

I fell into a Red box
With bacon strips inside of it
It was happy with it
It let go

At First Sight, I saw from afar
This girl I thought is the one
But it got tired keeping me
She let go

I flew to Paris
Thinking this is the end
But its not, meilleur ami
It let go

One came, her fingers bled
White turned to red
It was me whose thorns grew
She let go

But someone picked me up
And hope she keeps me
Dont let go of me
Be Happy