Sonnet2

September has already gone,
Bothering things never shutting done.
I've got stories on my tone,
But the audience always is none.
 
I saw your face full of frowns,
Bring me sorrow and fun.
I wish I could get out of town,
Before the time makes me a gun.
 
The sunset is getting brown,
Just like the fire turns me on.
All memories hit into my bone.
Like hundreds of rocks that I carried on.
 
Nothing could let me down,
You are the only one who could make me a crown.