The letters that you left
I picked them up to hide
Forever in my box
I kept them all inside
Now they're my memories
Them and only them
I won't trust any other than
These abandoned gems
Each paper filled with something
Either love, despair—or hate
With words oh so baffling
Even if they're out of date
When the time comes
That they bring nostalgia again
I will remember you
With your paper and your pen
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...
