There will come a day when you won't look like yourself anymore...
There will come a day that your skin gets wrinkly, your hair turns white, you'll get slightly overweight and your teeth have all fallen out.
There will come a day that you'll get envious of children for their youthful faces, undeniable glows, and limitless energy.
There will also come a time that you will not feel beautiful anymore.
Everything might fade away from you but remember this, the only thing that will remain by you is yourself
...and I think that is the most exquisite thing of 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...
