I've been trying to pen down a few words
I don't know where to begin
There's a lot going on within me
Maybe its love. Again.
Love had its share of bittersweet tricks
Maybe now its my time to gleam
A thunder of questions in my head
And I don't care about any
It the magic of your smile
September love pecks on my cheek
Or is it that time of the year when
Silly Cupid goes mocking at me
Oh could it be true?
Once for real.
Could it last more than
Another September.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
I've been trying to pen down a few words
I don't know where to begin
There's a lot going on within me
Maybe its love. Again.
Love had its share of bittersweet tricks
Maybe now its my time to gleam
A thunder of questions in my head
And I don't care about any
It the magic of your smile
September love pecks on my cheek
Or is it that time of the year when
Silly Cupid goes mocking at me
Oh could it be true?
Once for real.
Could it last more than
Another September.
I know what A September's love is like. I know what unrequited love is like.
