poor autumn

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i miss october.
i fell in love with the autumn leaves,
the cool breeze.
the temperature just around 60 degrees.
i fell in love with the bits of your eyes that were green.
but now the skies are no longer as blue,
and you are no longer the you i once knew,
and i am no longer the me i was once said to be.
the butterflies have,
for a while now,
been asleep.
i have no clue when they will awake,
but when they do i pray the lord my soul to take.
the day they arise is the day i once again look you in the eyes.
when i do i will stop and stare,
wondering why you have not yet cut your hair,
and why your heart has been left so bare.
i hope there are no more marks up your arms,
i would've kissed them had i been there.
i would've kissed you had i been there.
i would've kissed you.

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