green moves for orange. It falls for the changing time, It always leaves soon.

The first day of school. The chairs are still half empty, Nerves on edge all day.

Summer is ending, The leaves now begin to change. Stress come close with school.

Friends, like autumn leaves. They leave as the season go's. Loyalty is rare.

To real To be tamed. Truth to painful for the fake, The truth is not tamed.

Words, same as weapons, Out of worthless mouth they come. Leaving wounds behind.

I hear she so great, But I could never fill her shadow. I hope she's happy.

Only watching movies. I need to go outside now, Before summer ends.