Here falls the autumn, And comes the winter beast I wish I could make a blanket of the last summer sun And wrap around me before it comes This one shall hold no mercy For those who lay shelterless on a cold street While some admire its beauty The homeless dread the rise of this beast
Some may not sing carols this Christmas Or light up the big trees Though, silently on a cold night, some may pray To feel again the hot summer breeze Contrary to their trembling hands through the windy night Sipping tea are those admiring the beauty of the same night Coz theirs is no sacrifice unsung Just a few breaths keeping up with the frozen lungs
While some stroll with piles of clothes on Their heart hopes for the sooner it to be gone While the privileged ones create the beast’s romantic tale I hope to write a different one if this season I sail.
She's a dreamer who believes in happy endings. She also believes in love at first sight yet she feels that relationships are built with effort. She is a perfectionist; her feedback is as cruel for you as for her own work. What she can't express in words, she expresses through her poems. She lives her life like there's no tomorrow.