A chill down my spine
Breath hangs in the air
Frost on the window
Winter is near
The last leaf falls
Grass turns to brown
Me and my shadow
Forlorn and worn out
November comes
Again every year
Once more alone
Hollow and vacant.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
A chill down my spine
Breath hangs in the air
Frost on the window
Winter is near
The last leaf falls
Grass turns to brown
Me and my shadow
Forlorn and worn out
November comes
Again every year
Once more alone
Hollow and vacant.