If there is one thing I want to erase
it is the autumn.
Bad things always happen to me during that chilly time.
and I wanna blame the fall for being too cold, for destroying everything and making it dark.
I'd like to curse the moon,
which I truely adore, for hiding the stars, for shining too bright
and keeping me up all night, I could.
I could be mad, angry, furious for so many things, at so many times,
but I can't… Not anymore.
Now Autumn makes me wanna snooze up against you, with a fluffy blanket and a hot chocolatemilk.
(I guess this is the moment to tell you: you ruined my October blues.)
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Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
