FeyFall

Romance is a tricky faerie
gallavanting across the
quiet autumn wood that i go to
sometimes, when i'm not
doing so well.

her eyes are big like
hexagons of honey, and she cries
golden tears that melt
into sticky puddles
and stain her
pink face with glitter.

she is a beautiful pixie
who whispers lovely promises
and makes my heart
burst into a passionate flame,
quickly put out by
non-requitance.

Self-love is a young, difficult unicorn
that hides in Beagle's
lilac wood, away,
far far away from where i
can get to.

her white fur and white mane
shine blue and green,
and she is visible
from the horizon, if only
overshadowed by fog.

to see a unicorn like her
is a delicate sight
if only made extraordinary
by the way she only reveals
herself on her own accord