It's sad to see that we're not who we used to be.
Our smiles are tainted with something that we can never purify.
Maybe it's because we're too busy finding ourselves that we let the war inside of us devour us completly.
You've left those good old memories behind, again.
And believe me when I say that it shows on our faces the story of what we've been through
Trust me, trust your loved ones, they've been with you for ages.
Let me just say this message between you and me.
The war may continue even from this point on but once you've reached your destination, once you've found yourself, maybe everything will look like just the way you left it.
Someone might be waiting for your return, without you even knowing.
May you triumphantly smile when that time comes.
YOU ARE READING
Fall
PoetryAlternative 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...
