@CryptoMan4 12 October 2025

You were nothing but a fake smile. And you never knew the coldness of my hands. It was September… …It was a time we lived in, long gone, That was the shortness of our steps, That was the stillness of my eyes. In the yellow, hot sentences, I took breaks as false as your words, As desolate as your hands, As untimely as you, And our sadness was a childish selfishness. It was September… Most of all, I searched for your voice. And your eyes were still where you had left them hanging. Time erased your eyes. As I said… It was September. That was the drift of our loneliness.