Come winter
I'll wither
away with September.
No more love to kindle
Just a shivering ember.
I'll freeze with the seas
Flake away with the leaves
And hide my scars
Under knitted sleeves.
YOU ARE READING
September was good to me.
PoesieSeptember was good to me. But it was also bad too. [poems of my seasonal depression and other things]
I'll be needing stitches
Come winter
I'll wither
away with September.
No more love to kindle
Just a shivering ember.
I'll freeze with the seas
Flake away with the leaves
And hide my scars
Under knitted sleeves.
