"Fall"
Grey clouds,
grey sky,
leaves fall,
another year goes by.
I have become accustomed to this weather
Idk anything else, can it get any better?
I love the rain,
I embrace the pain,
Those tiny droplets remind me of who I am.
The cold that I've felt,
The roses that have wilt,
I'm like the kid who is no longer afraid of the belt.
No lush green,
red and yellow for me,
Leaves like a fire is all I can see.
So let the cold wind blow,
Watch everything die before the snow
And if youre feeling chilly and you might not make it,
Im use to this weather
And i'd be willing to lend you my jacket.
Utica, NY