Just as a leaf is blown by the winter wind off of a tree
Never to reattach itself again,
So went her love for him
When the summer's sun faded and it began to rain.
YOU ARE READING
Naming My Feelings
Randompoems I came up with when I was in school about all the shit I've been through __both imaginary and real
When it starts to rain
Just as a leaf is blown by the winter wind off of a tree
Never to reattach itself again,
So went her love for him
When the summer's sun faded and it began to rain.
