Sometimes, I don't want to recall
The first time I lost sight of my goal
Because someone came out of the blue
And that person was you
Yet I would never admit
That you've made me complete
Like when you said that I'm like fireworks, scattered
I'm more beautiful when shattered
But that alone can't stop this woe of mine
When our memories begin to entwine
It's like putting salt into my wounds
It really hurts-- that's what it's like
YOU ARE READING
Fall
PoesiaAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
