A Poem For September.
#4 of Poems
I like to lie about how old I am, but my birthday is on the third of September. Ive decided to write a poem for my own birthday and heck, replace "third" with your number if we got in the same month! All yours!
September, September, the third of September.
Its once a year, a year to remember.
Precious to me like a tear from ember.
Im glad I was born, on the third of September.
We walked together out at night.
She shined on me like fluorescent white.
I promised to hold her tight.
And she promised to guide me towards the light.
I stop to think if I was worthy of her divine art.
If only we were not born worlds apart.
Its a shame I wasted a cupid's dart.
But I will fall for her, indeed fall apart.