something about August months

it's something about August months always pulling emotional stunts the way that the wind blows chasing the truths that nobody knows the smell of winter coming to an end like something broken that we can't quite mend the way that dreams get harder each day It feels like hope is drifting away the cold nights alone staring at messages left on my phone it's something about August months that makes me feel so out of touch memories fading , but not quite enough the smell of old memories stuck on a clock ticking through silence like waves on a dock it's something about August months that makes me think of promises that weren't necessarily there not lies , just silence we both choose to wear i would like to call it August luck riding through life like a runaway truck it's something about the August air that holds a story that i don't like to share