David William Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Oh September

Depression sinks in,

Seeping through my skin

I've grown in maturity 

That wisdom is of purity

I've been a doormat all my life,

Dealing with so much strife

My icy loneliness creeps in on me

I feel alright in your arms of ecstasy

I loved it when we kissed and hugged and cuddled...

We, like penguins, huddled

Scars are written in the stars

I have met a billion bars

Thangs have changed between us - 

We are on a different bus

I caught a cold ever since I can remember 

I remember your December though...oh September...

If only you'd come back in my calendar

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Paul Callus April 30, 2016 at 5:58 PM A most lovely write, JW, where beauty comes with feelings of sadness and the yearning for warm bright days that have now given way to cold. It's inevitable that sometimes we experience "scars that are written in the stars"! ~ Regards // paul

Michael Whatley April 29, 2016 at 8:37 AM Beautifully melancholic piece, J.W. Also, really liked the line: "We, like penguins, huddled" - very cute ^^ David William Breidenthal April 29, 2016 at 11:36 PM Thank you, Michael! :) You are epic, you know that? :) Hahaha I love that part too. Have a brilliant week - J W Earnings