September

This month has brought more sadness in life and has now taken a liking to me.

September.
Every year you come
And take a lot more away.
First my old man
Then her too
they were love
of my life and true.
September .
If only could you
see the crimson storms
rumbling in my hearts
and not come soon.

Hearts.
Yes, I have theirs too.

Go away September.
Until comes the moon