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I am an Autumn baby…
My eyes light up like orange leaves falling through fall's sturdy trees.
My thighs so strong, are his,
Although he does not know this.
I’d love to take a chance at love,
But why, when a broken heart is pain enough to kill, and I don’t know if I’m strong enough
His skin close to mine is bliss, but would it be enough?
Would I feel the pain and regret of giving my life up?
I’ve been naive so many times, hoping love would be enough
Left in tears, mascara on pillows, loosing all the trust.

I am an Autumn baby; the kind who prefers balance,
And in my young years I’ve quickly realized that love is such a challenge.
The wind it used to warn me, that time would not wait.
Every love song I've heard as a child told me to rely on fate..
But now I’m older slightly wiser, and heartbreak I can’t take.

I am an Autumn baby,
the kind who believes morality holds a valid place in the world.
The kind who believes in fairy tales; I have since I was a girl;
Cinderella dreams, and wanting a man to love me like that, unconditionally.
The autumn sky has heard some gently cries, and all I've been strong enough to defeat.
But this autumn baby so often feels the preservation of lust
So vivid is every moment we've had together because they've all been so special,
But the games we play although we claim not to, just don't seem like love...
So I contemplate what this autumn will bring if I shall make it through God's will.
This autumn baby, through the orange, browns and red, will gently rest my imagination on my lover's head.