Everyone's seen her,

She's hard to miss.

She's broken

How very lonely being broken can be.

She's unforgettable

They call her perfect.

But you know better.

It nears fall, leaving summer behind,

But you don't really mind.

She seems to love the fall, though you don't seem to understand why.

You watch her dance beneath the coloured trees.

She looks so put together, so perfect.

With all leaves falling all around her.

It's a season for change,

Or so you've decided.

And as the last leaves fall,

When there is no one around to watch her fall to pieces

She's completely unforgettable.

Perfection at its highest peak.