This small life,
withering away,
time pulling at its very strings.

A tiny purple flower,
alone so innocent,
surrounded by death,
and after the long drought,
when the sun finally comes around,
life will spew anew from death...

October nights serve me no justice,
this rustic air ,
so refreshing when it burns..
Everything, so gray,
you never told me gray could be so beautiful.

Friends keep me warm,
yet friendship can be so cold,
sit with me tonight.
Our breath, like ghosts in the sky,
Lead the way to a frozen destination, where,
these mittens are so debonair and,
my scarf keeps me close,
please hold me like it does,
wound around me.
Your lips,
a sweet kiss of frost bite.

Could you dance with me now,
the slowly falling snow is the only thing watching us,
it lands in your hair,
so prefect, brown with streaks of yellow and red,
your head on mine,
we’ll talk about how we feel used,
all these emotions mixed in our chemical romance.

Your eyes are cold, but there is beauty there,
hold my hand until we must part ways.
you will be back again, I know this,
my heart will ache until then,
it is hard, but I’m glad I can say,
I fell in love with a girl named autumn.