Seemingly Unfinished.

Campus is so beautiful this time of year.
Most leaves have changed,
A good deal have fallen.
While the weather is beautiful,
and the skies are a new shade of blue,
there's something about Fall that begs for love.

Maybe it's the chilly weather,
the need to be warm.
Or maybe it's because my heard was aching from before.
All I want is to be held,
to hear a tender whisper in my ear.
Sweet nothings for only me to hear.

I'm tired of having too much energy,
of my heart falling into a trap.
Like how quickly the weather has changed,
my heart is growing icy,
becoming fed up of the constant games being played.