The air is changing, and the cold wind carries
promise of change. The trees will be set ablaze,
their leaves displaying fiery reds and oranges which
will melt the hearts of those who can confront
the heat of the flames.
Only the broken-hearted can see the blaze; all others are
blind. We have already been burned from our past lover’s
touch. As time crawls by, the leaves drift to the yellowing
grass below, and eventually the blisters begin to heal.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
The air is changing, and the cold wind carries
promise of change. The trees will be set ablaze,
their leaves displaying fiery reds and oranges which
will melt the hearts of those who can confront
the heat of the flames.
Only the broken-hearted can see the blaze; all others are
blind. We have already been burned from our past lover’s
touch. As time crawls by, the leaves drift to the yellowing
grass below, and eventually the blisters begin to heal.
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