autumn tinges the world an earthly orange
as the leaves fall at a lazy pace,
littering the ground with the only litter this world should allow.
a shooting star falls from the sky
showering us with bits of moonlight
and age-old stars,
glimmering with what used to be.
i,
for you,
i fall for you with the audacity of a best friend
no holding back and nothing to break my fall.
when it comes to the art of falling
i can only pray to God you'll be there to catch me.