As I walk thought the cold nights of the October
I see the kids walking, and running in there costumes
oh Sweet Sweet October will you always haunt me so will I never feel the love of the dark
The dark fills my heart as if my life depends on it
When my Sweet Sweet October goes away my heart fills with a dark dark dream
~ Alexandra S ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice simile: The dark fills my heart as if my life depends on it nice reflective poem 10