A.W. Books & Poetry

There’s side effects to the season,

And this song sounds like freedom,

“Sweetness” on my tongue,

Makes me forget I’m still here breathing,

Euphoric skies on the highest of notes,

And when it’s all on fire,

I’ll watch the motion picture in the smoke,

“I’ll never forget you” is all I’ve ever wrote,

And it’s not September without a few ghosts

~Annalise Wellman