All i know is
November yearns,
December cries,
January burns,
February
hate guys.

march learned,
and April fools me
to hair dye.
May hold the grief,
and June learn to hold its tears
to cry.

Boring july
Decided to burn
all your lies.
and august
teach the heart,
Good riddance

September learn to let go
But
here we have October.

we’re always missing,
on October
Don’t we?

I just remembered
thats the month i first called you
my lover

But
Anyways
I almost forgot
November,
was your birthday

and so i look into your eyes,
as i melt slowly
I started to realize,
all it carry
The full form of your vice

and so i played with your game,
what you call
a rules of flame
i knew it, i know it
Its full of lame.

playing with me dear
Is not the dumbest way to hurt me
Ive been there,
and i know
how to win that game

Who’s gonna listen to my stories
when im out of poise
to put them into words


to you, my impeccable man.

I think, i should keep it?
I was on the edge of the bridge.
I saw it, an “empty casket”.
Locked.
With no keys.
To keep it.

To keep it.
With no keys.
Locked.
I saw it, an “empty casket”.
I was on the edge of the bridge
I think i should keep it!!