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Sitting down and thinking back on who we want to be and where we expect to be going is like thinking upon September as a family member.
… september breath of lazy in the breeze nuts and berries dripping juice dappled sunlight, ancient trees remembering - old summer memories of hazy dusks and blue twilights
(September 11, 2007) Many, many lives were lost.
That Septembernight. I didn't know my life would change.I went out to have fun. I didn't think I'd meet someone who'd define my year. That Octoberday.
it's the start of a new season, crisper air and revival
It was in the clove of seasons, the flowers were stained. The grass around was wet, from the night when it rained. A tombstone now stands, where the bleeding tree once stood.
I am controlled by this Bryiana, What story has my face have told? Her very presence sends a chill of electricity down my spine
Surrounded by my brothers And yet I am alone. We grew together, weather storms And cuddled amongst parched leaves. We are strewn across the fields
In September I met you In October I fell in love with you In November
I am empty. No feelings, no thoughts, no memories. There is nothing there, because everything that which was, seems to have escaped me.
Just feel the cool breeze blowing gently all around, and listen to the warm-colored leaves scatter gently across the ground
I often dream of dreams dreams of flying dreams of dying dreams where I wake up crying dreams defying All the lot dreamed of weddings. I dreamed of settings dreamed of regretting
Like the hands on a clock …move Like the wind in September …blows My mind is systematic, yet it can flow freely like a fluid dream Like a bowl of dust seeping into crisp air
What I’m Thankful For When asked to speak, I figured, hey! This will be easy. As I began to think of what to say, I grew slightly queasy.
It kills me to see you go though pain It hurts me to see you make the same mistakes Over and over again I don’t understand How can a person love someone That broke their heart?
When September rains down on me all of my fears are played over and over my mind like a movie screen. I'm washing away all regret and the sorrow of soul.
You’ve listened to stories of Hallows Eve a night of scares and sweets The story you haven’t heard (some may think it’s quite absurd)
Rushed out of school, without a clue in the world Thousands of people died in the last half hour Moms, dads, sons, and daughters..
Between ice cold lemonade and hot cocoa, I am human, While bundling up due to the breeze, I think thoughts such as these.
september 1976, day i was born didnt feel the moment of scorn came out of my mother's womb didnt feel like i was bury in a tomb my eyes opened up to life my existance didnt struggle that was full of trife