ugh, it's pretty terrible.

[to kill this]

As the rain skips across the window
A race it's never won
I saw the sun begin to bleed
On every passing autumn tree
The reds and orange floated down
On the deadest grass on the ground
Without a sound a heart skipped beats
Lying motionless on the pavement and street
Each heart tucked safely within a leaf
As we all fall, As we all fall
We're so easily dropped at the change of a season
So easily dropped without warning or reason
And I'm so glad I fell soon enough
To be picked up by the wind.

[punkpixie]

That was pretty cool.

Short and simple. I thought it was going to drift off into cliche but you kept it interesting.

[apoemtothedead]

Yeah, you were right.