Yes, I'm a writer
A lover, a hater, and also a dreamer
I express myself through words
Like looking through a mirror that's blurred
Drunk in sadness and longing for happiness
I tell you it's all mixed up
More obscure than what you know
Yes I'm a writer but I'm also a person
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...
