The fall of trees changing right before her eyes.
So beautiful, so vibrant, but always changing.
She hates it, and she loves it.

The cold weather silently settling in one day and
night at a time. Snow falls, so pure, and so white.
She hates it, and she loves it.

It is a time of birth to celebrate, but is always
forgotten. Only to be remembers days later or
only forgotten. She hates it, but she loves it.

It is the only time of year she is truly living,
and she is also truly dying. She just wants the best,
the best for them. She hates it, she loves it.

So strong, so tempered
so loud, so vibrant.
So small in size, yet
so ready to fight.

One sip from her
toxics and you're hook!
She brings you to life,
moments to remember,
and moments to fade.

So short, but always ready,
ready by your side. Ready
for you take a sip of her
poison, a sip of paradise.

He shines so bright, as bright as the stars at night.
He’s so short, with an attitude to go with it. Always
Wanting the last words, or wanting the first words.

He’s clam, and sarcastic to the heart, but that makes
Him, him. The things I’ll always love about him,
And even hate the most about him at times.

We are so different like  fire and water
colliding with each other. We try to push each
other out like a hurricane passing through.

But we will always have each other’s back
like how a flower need the light to grow, and
Needs the earth to stay grounded.

Calling a place home
is nothing more but a
childish, false hope. In reality
we creat in oder to feel loved and acceptances.