Dyahh

I waited too long that the autumn leaves changed into all the colours they possibly could and cluttered the streets. The bitter crackling noises quietly mocked me as I walked over the leaves, crushing them into tinier pieces. Winter's blizzards were no match for the frostbite that punctured my wasted heart. Dare I say, without your love my heart felt colder than snow. Even the snowman was better off and he had no soul.   As bright and arduous as the summer sun, its heat waves cannot melt away the feelings I had grown towards you. … In a battered, old box, I had stored the countless handwritten letters that I had never