If you ask me what revenge looks like,
I'd answer that it's like a dry leaf,
for it has lost all of it's colors
to the heartbreaks, pain and grief.
So now it'll take it's own revenge,
without any hint or clue,
because when the dry leaves fall,
it's an admirable autumn for you.
The leaves will fall over your head,
and under your feet, you'll crumble some
But autumns are not just beautiful,
they're a promise of the winter to come.
So when the leaves gave up to gravity,
they brought winter along with them.
Now the cold is here to **** you,
with winds full of mayhem.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
If you ask me what revenge looks like,
I'd answer that it's like a dry leaf,
for it has lost all of it's colors
to the heartbreaks, pain and grief.
So now it'll take it's own revenge,
without any hint or clue,
because when the dry leaves fall,
it's an admirable autumn for you.
The leaves will fall over your head,
and under your feet, you'll crumble some
But autumns are not just beautiful,
they're a promise of the winter to come.
So when the leaves gave up to gravity,
they brought winter along with them.
Now the cold is here to **** you,
with winds full of mayhem.
