This is my November Rain,
When tears splatter the paper.
Laid my heart on the floor,
Then walked out the door.

Don’t think it will ever recover,
From the mess within.
This my November Rain,
Sealed by love with pain.

Said without thought or consequence,
Through November Rain.
No time to take stock,
Hearts now on the chopping block.

This is my November Rain.

©  Nick Strong 2014