You and me always had a bittersweet relationship
I guess ours is called frenemies ,
I dislike you soo much , yet I can't seem to get enough of you.
When you come this time of the year,you are welcomed with such pretty flowers
Must feel amazing to be soo adored .
Everything seems to lit up just for you
Did you cover the city with the veil of euphoria?
The skies aren't gloomy anymore
But are decorated with hope,
Seems like you flew the mundane in form of the cottony clouds.
I guess that is reason for this disdain ,
I was never a part of that
And you always seem dig up my fragile truth and put it on platter.
You make me wish to belong
You make me dream of abstracts
You make me wish ,to be treated well by you, like you do to others
But disappointment never seems to leave my back .
Yet when you leave ,I tend to foster the hope ,
That you will be good to me next year , beloved October.
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