At last it's finally here.
A rainy sorrow month with it's drizzly charm, trying to wash those footsteps of yours over every deserted breath i took.
"Fancy what it feels to close yourself beneath those smoky kisses, touching that dipping soul before any flowered skin and holding dreams through frozen nightmares."
Every falling drop makes me crave for your memories, but every next time I end up slipping over your words.
I try, try every year to wash it all, your every lie and even that smile but this month has never been mine.
It's yours and only yours!