Mar 2014
I've often been asked
The season my heart belongs
It’s fall
The leaves turn gray
Yet their beauty stays true
Perhaps because
Their beauty means rue
The death surrounds us
Color’s eminent coup
Yet hope remains
Despite devil’s due
For this dying color
Means life will begin anew
And life is only beautiful
When death receives his due
Beauty,
Deaths due
The season my heart belongs
It’s fall
The leaves turn gray
Yet their beauty stays true
Perhaps because
Their beauty means rue
The death surrounds us
Color’s eminent coup
Yet hope remains
Despite devil’s due
For this dying color
Means life will begin anew
And life is only beautiful
When death receives his due
Beauty,
Deaths due
First poem I'm posting on here. I'd love any and all criticism as long as it is constructive. Even if mean, I want to improve. Just have it be a thing I can work on, not that it just *****.
