The thing I like most about November,
It's that it's easier to let go than to remember.
But if I've learned anything from October,
It's that even relentless things can be over.
And if I know anything about September,
It's that love is an ever burning ember.
Or if I know anything about August,
It's that your eyes are flawless.
Yet if I know a thing or two about July,
It's that true love never dies.
And if I know about June,
It's that things can never start up too soon.
If there's anything I know of May,
It's that the cruel shall perish and pay.
If I know of April,
It's that people can grow to be hateful.
If there were something I knew of March,
It's that death's scythe claims a cruel arch.
But if I know of February,
It's that frost kisses my heart like butterflies kiss fairies.
And if I know a thing or two about January,
It's that I fear no fire, and that should make you wary.
And I know anything at all about December,
It's that the smallest memory will make your heart dismembered.
Though what I love most about November,
It's that I'm so glad you remember.
And whether you be near to me,
Or far is where you have to be,
I am here to stay,
Because even if there's a thousand miles between us,
I'm looking your way.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
The thing I like most about November,
It's that it's easier to let go than to remember.
But if I've learned anything from October,
It's that even relentless things can be over.
And if I know anything about September,
It's that love is an ever burning ember.
Or if I know anything about August,
It's that your eyes are flawless.
Yet if I know a thing or two about July,
It's that true love never dies.
And if I know about June,
It's that things can never start up too soon.
If there's anything I know of May,
It's that the cruel shall perish and pay.
If I know of April,
It's that people can grow to be hateful.
If there were something I knew of March,
It's that death's scythe claims a cruel arch.
But if I know of February,
It's that frost kisses my heart like butterflies kiss fairies.
And if I know a thing or two about January,
It's that I fear no fire, and that should make you wary.
And I know anything at all about December,
It's that the smallest memory will make your heart dismembered.
Though what I love most about November,
It's that I'm so glad you remember.
And whether you be near to me,
Or far is where you have to be,
I am here to stay,
Because even if there's a thousand miles between us,
I'm looking your way.
TODAY IT ALL BEGINS! YAY!
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