Autumn

Autumn is a beauty,
Something I would worship if it were real.

As I sat upon a grave of a friend of mine
Who died from the pain and
Suffering of losing his girlfriend,
He slit his wrist and died one autumn day.

In his last words he told me to help him outside
So he could see the beauty of autumn one last time
And as he watched he cried;

As he bled onto the colored leaves
He died with a smile on his face saying
It was the most beautiful thing
He had ever seen in his entire life

*First poem I ever wrote, It's terrible but thought I'd keep it! Visit my new account under my favoured authors *Ian*