November

By: DrippingTime


Time is starting to drip

Like soft rain on my eyes

And the wind

Blows cold through me

It's the time of year

When everything sleeps


Time is a drip

The puddle is deep


I think I know what it's like

To have nobody near

And never having someone

Has become my greatest fear


But I sleep with it

What else can I do?


All I can do

Is fall asleep

And sometimes

That's the best part

From nowhere all at once

I stand on cliffs

And the winds carry

The beating of your heart


And you're there

Suddenly you're in my arms

NOVEMBER
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