If frozen clouds of cancer wind
floated through this cavern grey,

and found us, waiting for each other
drunken on a pensive day-
  I would take them into me
'cause, love- there is no other way.

All I have is this.
Just my two hands and my feet.
Everything else is broken, bruised and *****.
Will you still take it all?

My heart is wretched.
It wanders away from you.
My head is warped.
Tangling fantasies and reality.

Nothing about me is dependable.
I am only human.
I can try my hardest to be a saint,
And still fail at being good.

I am tired from weeping in the dark.
Tears that hide the true yearning inside.
All I want is to be loved unconditionally.
Will you love all of who I am?

I hear someone calling.
My ears are shuttered.
Can it be opened? I don’t know.
Still, will you take it all?

Let's simply share a smoke
Forget the world
By erasing it with fire

Her lips parted as a plume of smoke billowed forth.

I watched her with a schoolboy's curiosity quietly intent on her next decisive action.

The embroidered waves of her sweater swelled forth and brought out the voluptuousness of her round figure.

As the cigarette dangled from her slim yet virginal fingers

she closed her eyes.

Long walks, long talks under the south sky, we knew it was love
December, snowflakes, cold night but you made it warm
White gown, black suits, sweet vows, but that’s not how it ends
Black lies, midnight fights, angry cries, we know it’s not love (not anymore)
  
This is the morning when the French man curses Paris
This is the morning when the sun loses its light
This is the morning when promises become lies
This is the morning when are love kisses the lips of goodbye
  
Chorus:
Because on the eighteenth, summer turns to winter
All that we have withers
Everything warm and bright fades on the arm of September
I can ******* tears, I can feel my fears
You walk away with no words of love to remember
  
Whiskey, dancing under the night sky, I have heard you died
November, tears fall, sorrow cripples like a thief
Ugly box, pale cheeks, another goodbye, I pray to see you breathe
Regrets, lost love, indecent goodbyes, you left me twice
  
This is the morning when the French man turns to dust
This is the morning when he takes his life
This is the morning when memories fake the aches
This is the morning when even fears and tears can’t bring you back
  
Chorus:
Because on the eighteenth, summer turns to winter
All that we have withers
Everything warm and bright fades on the arm of September
I can ******* tears, I can feel my fears
You walk away with no words of love to remember
  
Coda:
Your awkward smile, your deep blue eyes
Old  photos will remind they’re once alive
Your broken dreams with an unfinished song
No more Tuesday nights for you to sing along
  
Because on the eighteenth of September there’s no morning, only mourning