Don't ask me about the weather
Or how I feel when I hear
A Lana Del Ray song,
I can't tell you about
What's keeping me awake
At ungodly hours.
I know this is going nowhere
But allow me to draw my thoughts
In imperfect sketches,
Sometimes,I'm like this.
A leaf going with the flow
Here and there.
But it doesn't change the fact that
It's October now.
People are leaving
Without saying a thing or two
I admit,sadness starts to creep in
As I watch the sun
Slowly hide behind hills and walls.
And when I pull the curtains down,
I remember
So many things
By the thread
And let out a sigh.

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