(A/N: So this is based on something I was thinking like a minute ago during a lecture from my mom. Yeah. What a time to write a poem. Hope you enjoy this pain-soaked poem. Love you all, Rose)
November
It seems it starts in November
That's when times get harder
I seem to drop all cares and give up
It happened this year and the last one too
What is it about November?
I've lost so much
I've seen too much
I've been scarred
Both physically and mentally
I give up all cares and by spring I can't feel
I hold on tight
As though for dear life
Maybe I am
Though I'll never know
Why it starts in November.
This November was interesting
I won some and lost some
I seemed fine to the naked eye
Though I still do
But I'd like to think
My friends know me better
Maybe they understand November.
November is a hard time for me
I can't seem to keep anything up
Even false pretenses
I've put them in place
But they're shattered now
Anyone can see
The mess that is me
And how it all started around November.
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both great and small
PoetryThis is going to be a book of poems and songs and maybe a play or two written by yours truly and friends that ask. If you would like a poem or song published in here you can pm it to me and tell me the title and if you want it posted anonymously or...
