She was grotesquely beautiful
Autumn wind blows through her hair
The gentle cool breeze scatters leaves
My eyes look up and start to stare
The sun dips low and starts to fade
Her lips are full and lovely to taste
Orange color hue turns to pink in the sky
I'd paint her so a part of her stays
Slowly the night sets in and leaves me blind
All the color of the beautiful sky dies
With a turn of her head and a gentle smile
She walks away and out of my life
