Autumn, when you kiss me goodnight, please don't invite the monsters into my closet. Tell the cool breeze, "Careful not to knock her off her feet when you ruffle her hair."
Please don't burn my tongue with cider.
When the leaves begin to turn, remind me not to blink.
Please love me as the summer days do. I want to love you back.
I will admire your colors and make a poet of myself on your dark days. I will bid farewell my plans in flowery meadows and bask in your moonlight, dancing like a witch.
Bathe me in cinnamon. I will be a spirit dwelling in the orchards. Just please, please.
When you kiss me goodnight,
don't forget to close the shutters so my heart isn't frosted in the morning.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
Autumn, when you kiss me goodnight, please don't invite the monsters into my closet. Tell the cool breeze, "Careful not to knock her off her feet when you ruffle her hair."
Please don't burn my tongue with cider.
When the leaves begin to turn, remind me not to blink.
Please love me as the summer days do. I want to love you back.
I will admire your colors and make a poet of myself on your dark days. I will bid farewell my plans in flowery meadows and bask in your moonlight, dancing like a witch.
Bathe me in cinnamon. I will be a spirit dwelling in the orchards. Just please, please.
When you kiss me goodnight,
don't forget to close the shutters so my heart isn't frosted in the morning.
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