October has a lot going on, My birthday my mother's passing I also went to jail.
So much more just not enough time.
Colorful leaves and a warm breeze.
Maybe one day I will love October again.
As for now I take the heartache that comes.
Oh October you used to make me smile.
Eight more months to go until you arrive.
I'll see you then with tears in my eyes.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
October has a lot going on, My birthday my mother's passing I also went to jail.
So much more just not enough time.
Colorful leaves and a warm breeze.
Maybe one day I will love October again.
As for now I take the heartache that comes.
Oh October you used to make me smile.
Eight more months to go until you arrive.
I'll see you then with tears in my eyes.
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