# A Poem For September.

Author: teachmehowtodebkeh
Tags: Birthday, Poem, 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.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/r17bAD7n
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