And just like leaves
that say goodbye to trees
when autumn comes,
I anymore won't hold on.
I, finally, am freeing myself
from you.
YOU ARE READING
She
Poetry"A book is she that has countless pages, blood is her inks, and her pain writes." This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a woman's point of view of love and life.
Autumn Comes
And just like leaves
that say goodbye to trees
when autumn comes,
I anymore won't hold on.
I, finally, am freeing myself
from you.
