He was beautiful.
He was tall, dark and had light colored eyes. He had a devilish smile and the tongue of a charmer. Walking with him made you feel like a queen.
He could be warm and kind. Sometimes even glowing.
But there were times he was the coldest person you had ever met.
I think people forget the dark secret of Autumn. The season is beautiful and full of unwritten poetry. But this is the season where everything dies.
I think that’s why when the season approaches I am filled with heartbreak. He was my Autumn. He was so beautiful but so dead inside. Maybe that’s why he tried to make me so cold.
My fire inside could never melt his cold heart.
So when he left, he took all of my unwritten poetry.