When October descends and settles on my skin,
autumn leaves, delicately scalding,
glowing orange with yellow tinted red hot embers?
Faded ash smothering my skin,
floating down from a burnt out fire,
that has oxidised my heart?
Will you remember?
Remember that October is only the afterburn.
The aftershock.
After-effects of an invisible disaster
contained within the soul.
October is all that remains
while the tree sheds its leaves
and the leaves decompose
So when your October comes around, Im sorry.
Maybe Ill be there to shield you from the pain
But Ill probably be off enjoying my thunderstorm
and dancing in the rain.














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beautiful piece. i liked the use of metaphors and other such literary terminology i can't be bothered with remembering. regardless, absolutely lovely. <3
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Comment my stuff and I'll adore you forever. (Good or bad critique, I value opinions :]).
That means a lot to me; thank you for taking the time to read and comment
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'Stay out of the sun. Watch your back. And sharpen your knives.'
I admire how well you can write poetry. I can't write poetry at all.
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PLEZ GIVE ME UR COOKIES.
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I'm not very poetic, to be fair. I'm sure you're a lot better than me, you just don't realize it.
But thank you anyway, I appreciate it
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'Stay out of the sun. Watch your back. And sharpen your knives.'
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.......that's what she said.
And when Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept for there were no more worlds to conquer.
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I'll sit under the stars and I'll play my guitar and I'll let the night draw to a close, and all who surround me will sing and they'll strum, and we'll all love the life that we chose.
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'Stay out of the sun. Watch your back. And sharpen your knives.'
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'Stay out of the sun. Watch your back. And sharpen your knives.'
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