My heart is the colour of the fall leaves.
It withers and ages, a half-life.
My luminescent berries turn to ashes.
My grey bones crack.
And the colour of my heart changes like the Autumn leaves.
Autumn Leaves
My heart is the colour of the fall leaves.
It withers and ages, a half-life.
My luminescent berries turn to ashes.
My grey bones crack.
And the colour of my heart changes like the Autumn leaves.
