The falling of leaves in autumn,
Showcasing the footprints of winter.
The chilly winds whisper of summer’s warmth,
Making my body regret not soaking it in.
My mind collapses,
Like leaves falling from a tired tree,
Reminding me I missed the bloom of spring.
Now it’s time for hoodies and pyjamas,
Trapped inside a blanket,
Missing the days
When my sweat was free.
Or maybe I would not enjoy again,
Cause now I’ve made comfort in the trap.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
The falling of leaves in autumn,
Showcasing the footprints of winter.
The chilly winds whisper of summer’s warmth,
Making my body regret not soaking it in.
My mind collapses,
Like leaves falling from a tired tree,
Reminding me I missed the bloom of spring.
Now it’s time for hoodies and pyjamas,
Trapped inside a blanket,
Missing the days
When my sweat was free.
Or maybe I would not enjoy again,
Cause now I’ve made comfort in the trap.
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