Autumn poet

I spent the summer with boys I didn’t care about and straying from my books,

 Fall has awoken me and turned me into a poet again.

So here is my heart happily on my sleeve,

If you choose not to take it do not feel bad,

My chest may be empty,

But my notebooks are glad.

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