the love i once scattered on you,
were like rustling leaves
swaying to the rhythm of the wind.
together with autumn’s hues,
from pumpkin spice
to nutshells and acorns,
those are colours to warm you,
and your soft blue lips of ice
from last year’s winter feast,
when snowflakes were born.
the love you once pecked on me
was like air being taken away,
not in awe, nor amazed.
and the leaves in autumn
were maliciously stepped upon,
and crackling noises were heard,
but it’s probably from my heart.
and autumn’s hues
meant nothing to you
because your lips were never blue,
yet snowflakes covered you.
no warmth, but frosty bites,
and your heart was stiff as ice.
and when the snow starts to melt,
and the leaves decomposed,
i shall leave you all alone.
a welcome inside oblivion’s home
might help to warm my soul.
but in thoughts, you still appear,
and sometimes, it goes to the other ear.
i may not forget you right now
because love froze into a thick winter ice,
but slowly, it will melt each day.
and one day, i’ll be the autumn tree
who shakes every leaf away.
i know i’ll be empty.
but summer’s here and i’ll blossom.
and you will see the golden me.