Wednesday, 17 December 2014

A Poem about November

November

2014‐12‐06 3:59 PM

I hear the rain
It's November
I see the darkness
It's November
I feel myself shutting down It's November
Don't talk to me,
It's November.
Crawl under blankets, hide my head, Don't ask me to do anything.
I don't want to smile.
I don't want to dress up.
I don't want to sparkle.
Please just crawl in my warm dim nest and enfold me, Breathe with me,
Stroke my hair,
Hold my feet. 

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