12 months in a year, you tend to be my least favorite ..
Everything is sad in September,
Something i've settled with.
The air more cold and so is my skin
My spirit tends to fall like the leaves
I always wonder if they miss the temporary home they made on the trees.
The skies less blue and more greys
More cloudy days
More "are you okay"s
Soft clouds fill with water
Like my big brown eyes
As we kiss summer goodbye.
The animals go into hibernation
something I wish I could do.
The birds get in formation
I wish i could fly away too.
Let's throw a party in the rain so no one will know who's crying.
Dear, September i promise i'm trying.
12 months in a year, you tend to by my least favorite.
Everything is sad in September
Something I've settled with.
Brittany Anthonae
