Brown and yellow leaves paint the blank city with beautiful colors, that remain absent in the seasons to come. The faint aroma of cinnamon fills every corner of the dainty corner stores. The bakeries have already started making sweet cinnamon rolls, to enjoy with a warm cappuccino. The bell rings its regular tune. Your smile is filled with the same colors that are painted over the city. The scent of fresh cinnamon rolls linger on your brown and cream jumper. And your fluffy, cappuccino brown hair is blowing in the wind, before you stuff it under your newly knitted beanie. Everything I adore, I can see in you. But, as the seasons change, you change along with it. Your cold, icy heart strikes my seemingly endless warmth. The pancakes and hot chocolate tend to mask the wet, drowsiness of your every day movements. Your thunder-like voice strikes fear in the warm hearts your ever changing personality has consumed in it's spider-like web. But as the spring brings new spirits and clean homes, your web is cleaned and you start anew. An entrancing personality blooms. And the cycle starts again