As the leaves begin to change and fall,
one cant help but ponder if that’s all,
when the wind sends a chill down your spine,
maybe this season you’ll be mine,
Despite the far fetched sign,
with words just strung up on a vine,
but it’s all too good to be true,
then why are you stuck like glue,
food getting hard to chew,
after all that I have been through,
with that pumpkin pie so divine,
I can’t help but wonder why,
you decided to get up and fly,
as the fall leaves die,
so do I on the inside.
inside of my heart
I’ve always loved fall
despite the season leading
to all things that are fleeting

you say you love spring for it’s promise of new beginnings
but my heart remains in fall, because I am no longer clinging,
while new loves bloom in May, ours decays in the way,
leaves flow through the wind, and i’m no longer pinned
to your fickle promises, that you would stay with me through all of this.
through all of this the leaves begin to change colors
the first sign of the autumn season
i’m honestly struggling to move forward
i just can’t find the reason
the trees begin to let the leaves go
the night grows closer, the sun at ease
the sky reflects its beautiful orange glow
im at your service begging you please
autumn is sad though quite beautiful
the trees are barren and the leaves are dead
everythings at rest, its slow, its peaceful,
Perhaps it’s our turn too; maybe this is the end.