November
back in November
before I knew about anything
anything at all
when I cried every tear I'd ever shed
and since then I've been a desert
dried up and empty
seasonally blooming before always drying up againNovember
back in November
when innocence was torn away from me
so insensitively
when I barely understood life and death
when it was easy to put down my head and rest
no longer can I be a child
will I ever become an adult?
to me, right now
I don't ever think I willat least not now
in NovemberWritten by Coby
November 11, 2020
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PoésieI'm starting a poetry compilation! These poems will be written by various alters (I am a system, look it up if you don't know what I mean) and each one will have the date and author posted with it to avoid confusion. Updates won't be very often, bu...