seasons change

there is romanticism in the air
between the burning plastic
and the pause between
cut and blood
the one that you are both
relieved and disappointed at the
same time
but there's romanticism in the air
the leaves are changing, the
clothes are being layered on
over the secrets built up
in the summer months
there's something magical in the air
where the heat fades away and
the fairies come to play
it's coming soon a season
of secrets and love