Adam Shirley

Mellow Timbre

August left, she went to go talk behind my back

September left, told us to wake him up when he ends.

October left, he decided to leave without warning

November left, I told them to leave.

January left, she did not tolerate a morose person.

February left, they got lost in nature and never came back.

March and April left, they became too impatient with me

May left, she denied everything.

June left, he failed on his first attempt at bravery. 

July left, he didn't want to deal with my pensive thoughts. 

December please don't leave.

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write, the months may well have left but they will always return.

    • Adam Shirley

      Thank you Goldfinch60, you are very much right.



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