September

Rich blue sapphires, and delicate asters
grow in my empty heart.
September-
the leaves will change it’s colour soon,
bright red with darker and colder nights,
I never liked Summers.

I learnt to make hot chocolate,
with a huge scoop of vanilla,
the brown syrup melting it in,
dripping water in my mouth.
The aesthetic scene looks so beautiful.

I read a romance novel, with smiles and tears in my eyes,
every page is a rollercoaster,
with confessions
and gorgeous lies.

I made myself a banana cake, with
cherries dipped in sugar crystals,
clicked a picture of it with burning candles,
and turned fifteen, nothing special.

The asters will wilt soon, mixing
with the rotten soil, the sapphires will get scratched by dull diamonds.
But every day I spent with them will remain in my heart,
as the memories are too precious and divine.