I’m standing on the edge of the pool,
My parents told me to step away,
But I didn’t listen,
I slipped… I almost fell in,
My parents caught me,
"Imperfection is beauty.
Madness is genius
And it is better to be absolutely ridiculous
Than absolutely boring.”
As Abigail awoke in the dead of night, a chilling sensation gripped her spine. The girl with the missing face was sitting at the end of her bed once more, her shadowy figure melding with the darkness that engulfed Abigail’s room.
Life doesn't always have a happy ending,
It’s always moving, changing, and bending.
For life is a small tree in the storm
That never gave up, and became a strong life form
In autumn's gentle sigh, leaves cascade,
A tapestry of gold and red, nature's parade.
The air grows crisp, with whispers of change,
As life retreats, in colors so strange.
Amidst the house of autumn's hue,
A season's tale unfolds, both old and new,
Where leaves descend in a graceful dance,
In nature's fleeting, bittersweet romance.