Oct 2013
October is my month.
You will not take my heart.
You will not make me cry.
Autumn belongs to me.
Please excuse me while I
shake you off
and pull on a warm, maroon sweater.
You will not take my heart.
You will not make me cry.
Autumn belongs to me.
Please excuse me while I
shake you off
and pull on a warm, maroon sweater.
