I\'m trying my hardest,
to just leave you be.
But somehow these words..
find ways to escape me.
Sat on the stone,
knees bruised
on the bone.
The lions are here
to protect our throne.
I rub your graze
and kiss your hand.
As I realise this memory
is still as fine as sand.
Too hard to look away,
glares at me as if to say..
I also want this moment
to forever stay.
Is my heart playing tricks?
or is this what it feels like,
when two souls begin to mix.
please tell me it is the latter
because I feel like a mad hatter.
whatever you say,
wherever you are.
I\'ll always call you,
my north star.
yes November,
yes you are.