The seasons change, the trees lose color, limbs feel empty.
yet they will grow others.
leaves take advantage of the fall ground
beautiful, quiet, barely make a sound.
hearts combine like salt in the ocean
we dance around in this rain in such soft motion
this is what we dream of as we gaze the sky
this is what i believe when i look into your eyes

My eyes weigh heavy
The force of sadness like gravity
My life is not a book
It’s only a short story