Sheen as the month of september
light and sad you flared so loudly
i used to hate having to remember
your prety eyes leaving me so proudly

Bright as the month of July
your miserable soul
cried out in despair but I
couldn't see how you were made of coal

Calm as the month of march
your lips told me how much you hated
my favourite larch

i couldn't bear your stupid opinions
as it didn't matter what were my convintions
you tore them up, smiling and such

Teary as the month of january
I annhiliated myself trying to set
your spirit free

I failed, and i know it's ordinary
and you're still "the same", nothing's changed yet
except I did and you did, too