Petals of flowers gone in fall.
Like them, I wilt and lose it all.
Trunks of trees shiver in the cold
I'm not one to tell and be bold.
When I had a chance I could bring the words
I'm afraid of my love being deathly lured.
YOU ARE READING
That Boy
PoetryThis is the first ongoing compilation story/poem piece of writing. Let's see how it goes. Luna Elvenfleur
