rough draft, hope it was what you're looking for
befor you sit's a broken man, a fragile pinkish heart in hand
paculiar how it can hurt so bad, while love is only in the mind
i miss you, every time autum comes around it's like you visit me for a full season,
and the memories of you are as vivid as autum leaves.
your red lips ,the yellow reminds me of you're blonde hair, your' eyes as hazel as autums essence
that have once again reminded me of every leaf in that season falling like our love.
and not only does it remind me of your red lips but also of the running blood that turned my life into the longest cold moonlit winter night
those red lips warmed my spirit like the summer, but when they spoke those cold words even tho i saw your beautyful lips move it was like you had a heart of ice,
and the mist of your beauty blinded me to how hurtful the hail was, because every word hurt just as much.
Felt like I would die, I couldn't stand the pain. I felt myself slipping away
a knife up to your throat for the one put through my heart.
I often think back to that night, the moment when I found out that our love was a lie.
yellow sirins flashing like when the wind blows thru autum leavs
the dusk always coloring in the memories
the dying breath of my sunshine slowly getting carried away by the breeze,
and the leafs still haunt me, like ghosts in holloween.
the wind still whispers your name, and like jackals i carve myself a smile.
but just like that you left me once again.
summers of love fade into autumns of regret
i know i need to learn to addapt to change or get washed away like tears in the rain,
but the pain is too tense, this scar still iches, this broken heart still beats for you're pulse.
my eyes still long for autum's beauty incarnate, but this hope is false
because seasons change, rearange, as bright green leaves turn yellow,red and brown see autum caught'em and all those leaves must fall down.