I'm in awe every moment
I admire her every word and movement
It's impossible for me to ignore her
I think about her every minute
I have to suppress the thought of her just to get things done
She is my fire in the sky when I can't see the sun
I'm just so hateful
I want to hate her
but I can't find a single reason
What will become of thoughts like this
I just want to grab her wrist and show her hands are meant to be held
How can a person be like a season?
Like the leaves in fall
I can make her face turn red
Autumn is only person that makes my anger and hate *decimate
Autumn isn't even real, she's a generic(fictional) representation of everything perfect and every imperfection you can adore in a single human being.