August Ain’t February…

But Who Cares?

Tattered, forgotten words in obscurity
Februaryâ??s a time I laid down knees
For if oneâ??s withered, another shouldâ??ve sprung

Iâ??ll sleep of dreams being into it
Iâ??ll wake up of words inappropriate

Lot of dirt I touched just for you
Without losing breath, every single life
Since Iâ??ll bother to be me so as you

Never get enough of seeing you
Thoughts spilled, sorry if theyâ??re gone
Never get enough seeing you
Pictures fade, but words wonâ??t drown

Tomorrow isnâ??t you
Next week, never with you

Wonâ??t be longâ?¦