Never mine,Never mind🍁

The month when people get a realization of themselves, of people, of things, of the time, of the bruise;

After all, it's the month when the sun realizes to take rest and let the laced rain hug the soil,

One knows their worth, steps back, steps in, calms down, cries on, stands tall, Works out, goes on,

People tell themselves they are a lion, even though they are a little dragonfly. Believing, I'm a goddess!

So, when you feel right about anything, do that damn thing, it will win, gut thoughts of you are real you.

Don't care about the people who just talk, because they've got nothing special as talent but talking.

Look at them speaking nonsense about you, when they have the skill to talk but fail to talk good,

How do people lash out at someone and are able to comfortably speak with them, like how?

For me, once I hate the flavor, I will never smell it, even if I lack oxygen to breathe.

What will my devil think of me when I sided with the angel and betrayed the lovely devil?

 Who will be on my side when I forget to be on my side and ruin the devoted devil?

Will those unsaid words and kept untold make any difference, because I  know the difference!

Jail the mail, veil the dail, heil the rail, it's fail unless it wail the yeil, peil the aeil that's nail it moment.

All these years, these years, all of these, years, still couldn't understand that the people are my disease;

Slurping lemonade, I got sick with honey, which made the lemon taste ridiculously different.

 So that is not the real lemon; sugar is accepted, but honey ruins the originality of the sourness.

If it doesn't have any future, why kill the present? Later, the past will  haunt you like a ghost;

I now understand why I speak to some people and I can't set my vibe with some people.

Those people are not only on my Sunray Prime list, but they are also other people's prioritizing crime.

Why drop your thing in the garbage? You are meant to keep your thing in the Honoured Museum?

I would prefer August, rather than early September's warmup, there are a whole lot of variations.

I would love the painting, I don't care if it's blank paper, doodle, or art, as long as I know who made it.

Let the Summer starving come to an end and let all just get the happiest harvest in the bright light days!

Don't tell people what to do, because I never listen to and I hate being the one who tells what to do;

People can tell, but never know, they will prove, but no proof, they can play, but not in the game. 

Traitor is within the people you trust, you love, you like, and who knows may be I'm a traitor to me?

Clouds trapped, coco-rich chocolate wrapped, breeze clapped, her favorite August bragged.