Gali

as the days turn to fire for retribution

and the nights turn to ice for revenge,

i watch the smoke curl over the mountains

grayish-pink sunsets smelling of apples and your grandfather's attic

Her hair,

Long and brown,

With that hint of red.

Her eyes,

Blue and bright,

With that touch of green.

Her style,

Bubbly and pink,

With all that glitter.

This is the Autumn

We are a free country

We have freedom

We have free speech

We are free  

We fight

We fight party v party 

But really

It should be parties v government structure

Racism 

I spent fall with you

And fell into your frigid winter embrace

We went trick-or-treating in the dark

And we took walks in the park

But in the end

You were colder than winter

I existed as a precocious young girl who lived only in the context of her own mind. 

I pranced over to the neighbor’s yard to gather rose petals for the fairies’ dresses,

My friend just told me that she loved me, 
But I don't think she loves me the way I love her.