Let gravity guide you to certainty
It is where you can, again, be whole
Tame your past over a cup of tea
Do not fall, again, to the rabbit hole

Red, gold, red, and gold--
a rhythm that made autumn end.
It might end you, too,
but in a different hue;
your blood and your friend.

words strangle my gravity
and breathing is not easy
how do I write a piece
if I couldn't be at ease?

The sun seeks for my smile,
for it mirrors warmth from a mile.
Even flowers demand for my kiss,
for they know it is my sigh of bliss.

Oceans of blue beg me to calm down,
but I could not whenever you are in town.
The city lights ask for my hugs;
they are jealous of the ten thousand lightning bugs.

My bed often entreats me to stay,
but I still want to meet you halfway.
A song would always plead for my heart,
but this one's reserved for a very special art

The angels pray for my trust at night;
but I only pray for you, my light.
The world craves for my love;
And I hope that you are the world that I have.

Let the gray beast roar
Let its white blood blind the night
Its crying stops mine

It was not autumn yet,
but I witnessed how the leaves did leave.
I watched every bit fell down,
and how sad the trees had become.

It was not autumn yet,
but I was seeing red and gold.
The blood of the treasures I kept,
now long gone; they were swept.

It was not autumn yet,
for I could still feel the winter's air.
But the breeze became much colder,
even when there came summer.

It was not autumn yet,
but what season could this be?
When everything, so light, so pure,
would become a perfect tragedy.