Author: Autumn

A Promise

A promise I made
and a promise I’ll keep;
I’ll love you forever,
my heart’s in so deep.

I fall into your eyes
and land in your soul,
forever embraced
and finally whole.

A promise you made
and a promise I trust
with my heart in your hands,
my solitude a bust.

Watching you sleep
is all the peace I need
and hearing you breathe
means my soul is freed.

A promise I made
and you promised too
that your love for me
is equal to mine for you.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Dawn

Italicized in bold,
standing out
among the rest,
my declaration unfolds,
futile at best.

Love, it isn’t pretty
and hate, uglier still.
But hope stands alone
forever drenched in pity
after love has flown.

Lonely nights drag on,
sleepless, caffeinated,
inebriated until dawn.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Made to Love

You say it’s all for me
and I hope that this is true
since all the love I have
is not reserved for you.
I care so much for me,
and surely you do too,
just as it should be,
this fact is nothing new.
Cats are made to be loved,
so that is what you’ll do
so stop playing dumb,
like you haven’t got a clue.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018

Fog

Clouds float off the ground,
with the hope of rising again
only to settle down
and trap us in a pen.
The thickness that surrounds
leaves droplets on our skin
and visibility is scarce
letting mother nature win.
The sun will rise tomorrow
and soon the fog will lift
and the clouds they will remember
what it feels like just to drift.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Fifty

Fifty never seems that fast
until you’re reeling from
the crash.

Fifty never seems so old
until your cards are only good
to fold.

Fifty never seems like much
until you’re down and out
on luck.

Fifty never seems so old
until fifty creeps and leaves
you cold.

© Autumn Siders 2018