November, December, I will always remember.

squeakyfluff

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.

  • Author: squeakyfluff (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 6th, 2017 12:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: About a lovely girl.
  • Category: Love
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Comments1

  • squeakyfluff

    thankyou so much ^_^



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