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