November sky,
Is where I fly.
In this lucid thing,
I begin to try.
November\'s cold,
I keep her warm.
Soothing her skin,
For December\'s storm.
November rain,
Fall down on me.
And bless me with,
your serenity.
November\'s fading,
December\'s near.
But the storm\'s gust,
Carries her words here.
Trapped in bubbles,
For no one to see.
Because those words,
Were meant for you
And me.