Hey November.
I wrote you something...
some kind of poem.
It's just that I'm curious.
Do my words wrap around you
And keep you warm and near?
Or do they not circulate
And it's your own voice you hear?
Time stands still,
For a little while.
For every moment,
For every smile.
Rapture for the eyes
Took me by surprise.
So surreal,
So serene...
Man she is so pretty,
How could this be?
I close my eyes,
I can see.
Hey November
I've missed your squeaks.
So I close my eyes,
to poke your cheeks.
I'm trying to show you,
My helpless heart.
But time has torn,
Our hands apart.
Such a shame,
We deserve a perfect start.
I'm dying to show you,
My restless heart.
Using these words,
You've learned to craft
Into a beautiful art.
I just want more time.
More time to smile.
But time stands suspended,
Now that time with November
has ended.
I know it's hard for November.
But I'll wait right here,
Don't you worry.
waiting for every December.
Hoping I'm the one you'll remember.
- Author: squeakyfluff ( Offline)
- Published: October 7th, 2017 05:33
- Comment from author about the poem: About November.
- Category: Love
- Views: 27
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