It was in the late September,
When Autumn's leaves began to fall.
Their fragile skin my tears befall,
Lies that we would get back together.
We snuffed out every last ember.
Love killed by the time of nightfall.
It was in the late September,
When Autumn's leaves began to fall.
When the pain merged with the weather,
Did he come to your beckon call?
I was drunk on cheap alcohol.
What we had was not forever,
It was in the late September.
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Crank
PoetryA collection of poems from me. Squeezing out the last of my creativity until I have nothing left.
