She watched the fall leaves wilt as their last form of revolution
The natural human intuition is to seek warmth from loved ones and as the bones beyond flesh shiver there’s a longing for some type of comfort
He felt like a child’s tiptoes in tiled floor, unexpectedly and purely
The type of euphoric revelation you’d never expect
It all comes as a surprise, you see, when nothing is expected of the unknown
When there’s nothing to lose and everything to gain
Until the heart feels too fondly then a weight on your soul leaves you breathing but demands every movement to be agonizing
This blind rage, so to speak, leaves her to be bitter such as the leaves when they fall in autumn’s coming
Cold, harsh, uncertain
The branches on trees look like the veins of his hands before gently caressing hers
A beautiful entanglement
One she hopes will be covered by winters harsh dubiety