It was June and sweaty
July, sunny but quite risky
August, slightly changing wearily
September,longing for it heavenly
October, fresh and windy
November, cold and frisky
December, Odd and teary
It was you all along, the weather I've been longing for, the season I've been waiting for
YOU ARE READING
HORRID THOUGHTS
PoetryFormer:LLANÈ:THE STORY OF HOW I FELT And there was She.... The one whose left behind your shadow together with your girl. Staring blankly at your back, bidding a silent farewell..... and each day that passed, she wrote letters and entries that was a...
