She's autumn.
Regina of her kingdom.
Possesses all power of his withered heart.
She has ability in heeding gloom,
beautifying grief,
and loving the other part of the spring.
She has home in her touch.
A quite sea for him,
a flower field for them,
a possession for her.
Now you know, he's part of her soul.
She makes sorrow look appealing,
but for him,
she makes home.
She tasted every flavor of life.
The colorful faces,
the sunny hearts,
the withered thoughts,
and at the end,
she tasted the cold soul lived inside her.
She knows how to rise on the brink of desperation.
She knows how take a risk and still alive.
She knows how to gamble and win the prize.
She knows how to love with only a piece of her soul.
She's autumn.
The only king of her realm.
Don't you dare to put down her crown.
Because her glare is more powerful than your tongue.
Because her eagerness of you can demolish your heart.
And that is what you will always remember.
Even after the pain stop forever.
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The Art of Us
Random❝ This is how i make the bitter look exhilarating. ❞ ❨#2 in Poetic Justice, March 2019❩ (#3 in The Cold, May 2020) (#1 in The Cold, June 2020)
