We weren’t supposed
To come across one another It was a November breeze That made us crash into Each other’s arms Just to leave us Shattered in pieces
i didn't have a single wish to make
at 11:11 today
i don't even know what to say. i just feel off.... it's upsetting, especially since i don't know exactly what's wrong right now. i feel okay, but i don't feel myself
There is yellow on the leaves,
they shiver in this air, tremble at the rain that falls around them; it is a lovely day today Grey hangs from the sky, droops around the pavement so wet, rustles the darkening daytime light outside the window; it is a lovely day today I sit inside this heated room and yet, I feel the shiver from outside, I feel the rain that hangs from this grey colored sky, I am in awe at the yellow leaves that fall it is a lovely day today
Summer at your home;
thy embrace, warm. Mondays of June, those coffees with you felt like love so true - ....must we?
stuck in a dream? -Br. __ listening to: chaos - polarrana I don't know why I like to make the titles a part of poems but, it seems better that way.
I’m a valentine’s mistake
That’s a tough break
It was on November,
when you stopped writing me poems, giving me notes and singing me songs. It was on November, when your hugs felt a bit lighter. When before, They used to be so much tighter. It was on that month when the fall began. When the ghosts of the past, came hunting us back In the form of someone. And I watched as you fell, on the graves of an old love. Leaving me in pieces. I buried you in peace, Not a single tear I shed. Because you said, it would be a shame to cry for a man so lame. So I never did, I never cried. Now, the ghosts no longer comes back. And the only ones that never cease on hunting me, Were our memories. - Juju
Each Time I think of U,
I pen My Thoughts. Rhyme them in Verses, that end up with Dots. Our Love Story that began, in the month of November. Is no more a Story, I would want to Remember. U filled My Heart, with Sorrow and Pain. All My Hard work, went down in Vain. The Love Letters U wrote, I've torn them to Pieces. I'm now a Man in Pain, a Pain that never Ceases.
The November asphalt is stolen,
enraptured and torn by cracks of a longing summer's kiss. Oh, where did the winter's magic go? Where is the ice-cold embrace, the beautifully written crystal maze of snow? © fey (20/11/20)
Further than ever
A promise to break A river lit silver A heart left to ache To sink or to swim To run or to stay I’ll sleep through November Awake me in May
call me. x.