November
Heartbeats.
There
are many things,
That
have come here,
To
entertain me.
Like
a burning effigy,
Of
the love we once shared,
A
season in coolness,
Where
you had often cared.
Are
you tired now,
Of
the dragging feet,
A
lost emotive heartbeat ?
Some
knew as had I,
There
were summers to come,
A
house, a family,
Days
to see the endless fun.
And
yet November ruined,
All
hope of this dream.
Forgotten
oaths to life,
A
promise to be my wife.
The
love undone,
Bitterness
yet to come....
I
won't forget the hope,
Held
on a tiny
Almost
imperceptible heartbeat.
Before
the pestilence and famine
Brought
a drought for you.
To
be with you, to hold,
To
share in everything you'd do.
And
when cruel November
Leaves
for the dead of winter,
So
too goes my light.
One
day a smile,
A
golden night of awesomeness.
We
felt our hearts beat close,
A
blinding dream I must confess.
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