The leaves are red and orange and yellow
Glowing and drifting and crashing
Into the dirt
I can relate
Soon I'll be ashes
But for now, you've set a fire in my heart
Kiss me with your poison lips
Hold me with your toxic hands
I need you, you, you
Your burgundy lips and your chocolate hands
I close my eyes and hold you close but
Autumn is a flame
That turns into smoke far too soon
I know that I will be the same
Kiss me with your burgundy lips
Hold me with your chocolate hands
I need you, you, you
Your poison lips and your toxic hands
All over me
I'll come and go as quickly as autumn
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
