He reminds me of Autumn.
He is beautiful; undeniably so.
Sometimes he is warm, bright and glowing,
but other times he is the coldest person I have ever known,
Sometimes I swear you could see the ice embedded in his heart.
Autumn is beautiful,
but it is a time of death.
Nothing survives the frost,
the animals sleep.
That is why he reminds me of Autumn.
He was beautiful,
but he was dead inside,
emotionless,
no feeling,
no nothing.