I have the sheets over my head
And from the little space out, it hits me
And slowly it hits me over again, gently, I felt the aura in my head
So I turned to the other side,
Slowly, I withdrew out from my sheets
And my whole body felt the kiss of the breeze
It got emotional as it drips deep into my skin
Through the pane
And heavily it made
A force through its way
And it began to rain
Oh,
Another September is standing by the gate
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PoetryWhat are you Made About? This piece is made about black, Made about life, Made about love, Made about lost, Made about lust, Made about hopes, Made about poetry. Online published poetry.
