Mirror, mirror, on my room
Could you please help me at my doom?
All I want was to be save
Because I did nothing wrong but to behave
Mirror, mirror, I'm screaming now
Do you know how to stop this torture somehow?
All that they do are killing me
I don't want to suffer, I just want to be free
Mirror, mirror, on the rain
Do I look pretty when I'm in pain?
They said that I looked lovely recently
But my glow was made out of a misery
Now the jewel became a stone
Because they said it changed and was left there all alone
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is now the fairest of them all?
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...
