Whatever it is I needed,
This is it!
Like pale apples from the eye of the sky,
In each bite genres of sunsets engulf and pirouette this melancholy night.
Like the red velvet stroke of the wind,
I've noticed its breath and plea for an evergreen checkered winter coat.
While out with my bad habits,
I've noticed its somber hand reaching out of the glistening of this stout winter.

You are an evergreen tree.
And I'm envious of your winter coat.

And I say you are a loaded gun watching the sun raise.
And I say her touch to you feels like thousands of waves crashing.
Her breath feels a thousand times better than a blossoming crimson sun Just after an affair of melancholy rain  
Just the thought of her shadow will make your stomach sink to unfathomable depths grander than the happenings of each shimmering star.