November

i don't know what love is,

or if i've ever came close

but i know how candy taste at 2a.m

when the sadness just eats you away

 

i dont know what hell is

or if i've ever came close

but i know what a beating feels like

when the blood has numbed your mouth

 

i dont know what heavens like

or if i'll ever get there

but i know what sunday mornings feel like

in the brisk of November

what hide and seek feels like

when your seven years old

and the public park is the biggest jungle around

 

it feels like life and all the things its brings

Author's Note

couldn't really think of a good ending, sorry

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" genius" haha good job Nessie.