there is something
gorgeous about this;
it's an
august flavoured bliss

but the winter's fading
and leaves stopped falling
so very many
months past

so now i've
nothing left to
fall with
this time round

perhaps we could
watch the spring rains
as they
come this November

and you could wash away
his smile that's
been plaguing
my weather-beaten mind

this season has a dreary start
but it promises to
change
if you let it

because maybe i
[just secretly]
think you're funny
and cute

but first i've got
some memories
for the hot winds
to burn away

because i want
this to be
different
to all the rest

[summer love
never tasted
so diffident]


i'm back. apologies for an extended abscence.

this one's for someone new.