Falling like the autumn leaves,
Gracefully to the ground.
My nervous chest pounds and heaves,
And my cheeks flush red.
You were the breeze that picked me up,
And threw me through the air,
Sending me spiraling and spinning around,
Although you never said you'd play fair.
Soaring through this uplifting high,
Changing hues at your smile,
Dizzying spins throw me around.
My composure's now abandoned me,
It's been gone for awhile.
My crimson heart floats through the sky,
Propelled by the autumn breeze,
Plunging through the crisp, clear sky,
Not making a single sound
One question haunts my weary mind.
"Will you catch me before I hit the ground?
Or will I end up like the rest,
Dead and shriveled on this cold autumn ground?"