with the stars as my witness
i promise to love thee
above anything else
without bounds
forever and always

carved in stone

you can't read it

- you feel it

you just feel it

"ill always love you"
say it again my darling, that was a beautiful lie.

Years ago

He gave me fake flowers

He told me he'd love me so long as they lived

You know that story

I don't have them anymore

Hell, I'm not even sure what happened to them

But wherever they went they're still living

So is there some part of him

That still loves me?
Thinks of me?
Misses me?

September Jane,
all but plain
standing in
the pretty rain.

Her hair is stained
with pretty rain;
umbrella left
atop the pane.

My sweet September,
do you remember
the pretty rain,
the dying embers?

The stories read
before bed,
the funny rhymes
you always said.

September Jane
where did you go?
I'll greet you when you come.

September Jane
you didn't know
it is the pretty rain you're from.