Autumn. She was like all seasons at once, like if she had stole all the colors to keep them inside of her. Her eyes was showing sadness and pain, while the snow slowly replaced the rain. Bright hair, like fire leaves, cold heart as she's trying to be, the one to stole autumn's melancholy, to let people smile as life quit trees.
VOUS LISEZ
•My own wrecked mind•
Poëzie~Des fois ça va, d'autres non.~ Pensées quotidiennes, remises en doute. Poèmes, textes. Ce qui dompte mes pensées sauvages, les retiens en cage. Peu importe la langue, anglais, français, misère, douleur, apaisement ou bonheur.
