To September

No I will not come back at you
Even though my kisses has landed on someone's cheek, lips and skin
Before I am reaching to my final destination
It does not rip me apart because I realize my capability to love blind
It only makes me understand of my wholeness to touch and be touched
Pain is inevitable
I could not sit down here and build another kingdom of fantasy of you all day
Although I wish that my kisses and touch deserve someone right
But I will not know who he is
If I am spending all year eloping in your arms

I am not coming back to you September
I want real