This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Kutztown chapter.
Dreaming of the days
Where we would watch the stars
When the rest of the world
Had seemed so far
And nothing else mattered
Except you and me
The soft grass
And the wind through the trees
As approaching winter caused the leaves to fall
I found myself
At their Siren’s Call
I fell with them
In that time
And to be honest
I truthfully did not mind
Perhaps it was the association
Of your green eyes to leaves
That yearned me to
Following their lead
A grand parade
Of graceful chaos
As autumn fades into winter
But at what cost?
For me and the leaves
To descend from the trees
But when you jump
Caution of the bump
Because although your tired soul may feel found
You will always hit the ground