Short sleeves extended
As the leaves change colours
plummeting to eternal decayI miss their coral presence
The trees provide the only oxygen you can get when you're bleeding absenceI am a fiery pixie
and I can't wait
to smoke solitude,
have a mug of peace
and drink decadence
As I witness the
sky's fading blue

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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.