The fire you lit, Still burns inside her But the very fire you set to bring her down, Was the fire which transformed her, Into the pheonix that she already was.
I cozy up against the fireplace, Sipping the warm hot chocolate, The early winter winds blow outside As the withered trees sway along. I watch as the autumn skies Make way for the winter wonderland
I sit at the coffee shop patio Sipping the warm pumpkin spice latte Admiring the colours of the fall A canvas the nature paints I soak up the warm autumn breeze Just like my latte
The only constant in life, They say is change, And perhaps the bravest thing One can do is change. For change is never easy, And like the tress, that change for their best, We change for our best as well.
If the colour red was a person, It would be you, You are my red, The crimson red of love You are my red, Like the roses that cheer me up You are my red, Like the blood that sustains me
I gaze at the autumn leaves, Their hues captivating, And as time goes They dance their way down And every fall that comes along Teaches us the art of letting go
The regrets of the past, Haunts us all one day, Like the ghosts that dwell, In the hauted house, And inspite of the things we do, We turn the walking dead.
How do I not be grateful for you My prince in a surfing suit, You pulled me out, From my sea of emotions, That would otherwise drown me, You saw through me And pushed me to my best version Always know that The smile I carry today Is the one you gave me.
October is like a warm hug, Like the one before a goodbye Warm yet heavy A reminder to let things go. October is the colours of the fall, That gently teaches us, That all good things Eventually need to end. October is the fallen leaves That remind us to stop And reflect the times gone by And to prepare us for new beginings.
Beginings they say are hard, To let go of what was, And embrace the unforeseen, An oblivion of uncertainty, It takes gumption to take that step, And walk in to the future of new beginings.