Poetic love while months passed us by

I layed awake wanting to protray what had yet Too sate 

what encased within my cage in January

While who I felt for was no longer in my 

Vase in February

To let norishment accumulate in March 

Feeling like the first fool of April

For the flowers to bloom in may 

Whilst i realize I didn't have the happiness

Too play a tune in June 

While My color's implode to light a scenery 

Only viewed in a fourth of the sky in July 

While I traverse a landscape I have yet to 

Explorate as if I'm Augustus feeling more fierce than lions in August feeling down from

septicemia while sluggish from anemia 

And tapped out and burned down and yet too awake in September 

Wondering if my Novalis is still alit 

Burning it's spark with bright ember's 

In November while I put up with all the

Decorative lights too bring out the jolly 

While seated next too erratic cinder's in December