Pumpkin Picking

Smell of hay The rocking of the wagon On our way

Eyes in the Shadows

Rustling in the night There is something there Watching me

Rake away the day today And let the harvest come

Pumpkin spice And everything nice That's what girls

The crickle crack of the leaves Bring the sense of company Sounds like there's someone else

I could swear I saw you Yesterday in a crowd But you were gone

Rose petals scatter like blood splatter She swallows down the bile As the sickly sweet scent reaches her

Within seconds of finishing, he couldn't quite remember

Leaves fall in disarray A chill slowly creeps in Settling subtly into the air

For us to work some Sacrifices must be made And agreed upon