Everything about him reminds me of autumn
The way he carries himself is like a tree, tall and sturdy, gently swaying in the breeze
His disheveled honey blonde hair perfectly frames his oval face and defined jaw line
His warm dimpled smile lures me in, and I can't help but smile too
Freckles dot his tanned skin in a seemingly careless manner, but upon further examination it becomes evident that they line up like constellations, each one placed with great care
His eyes are the kind you get lost in, deep green like a redwood forest with specks of gold like rays of sunlight shining through
I am infactuated with this boy, his presence leaving me defenseless
But just as all good things do we must come to an end
And just as autumn turns to winter his warm heart turns icy cold, leaving me obliterated in the dust