My lips stay red
like cherries in may,
The sun was shining bright
too bad it is our last day.
I miss your September touch,
felt soft like rose petals.
And my feelings hard like thorns.
hard to look at your green eyes,
as our love slowly dies.
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September longing
My lips stay red
like cherries in may,
The sun was shining bright
too bad it is our last day.
I miss your September touch,
felt soft like rose petals.
And my feelings hard like thorns.
hard to look at your green eyes,
as our love slowly dies.