As the leaves begin to fall.
As the season begins to change.
The winter breeze starts to go.
The temperatures start to rise,
And I'm here left alone.
Still waiting for you to come back,
To the place we once called home.
YOU ARE READING
A Poet's Diary ( A Random Poetry Collection )
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry, some are inspired by other poems. Most of the poems would be really short, The poems would either be about love, or moving on. Maybe some other stuff too. There won't be a specific order. Literary just a random col...
