oh septmeber you ruin me
your sticky fingers and misty mornings
humid nights and infrequent showers
your placid placement and tense events
i have only died within the cavern
of your days
yet here you are again
let's play
-least favorite moment of the year
YOU ARE READING
The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
