My throat turns dry as I catch myself
Staring into pools of liquid autumn.
A kaleidoscope
Of green, gold, and brown.
They pull me
Down, down, down
Until she captures my heart
In her gentle snare.
Her smile snaps
It shut.
"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that... More
My throat turns dry as I catch myself
Staring into pools of liquid autumn.
A kaleidoscope
Of green, gold, and brown.
They pull me
Down, down, down
Until she captures my heart
In her gentle snare.
Her smile snaps
It shut.