Drifting Through November
Drifting Through November
"Once painted in crimson and gold,
An autumn leaf clung, defiant and bold.
It danced with the whispers of the cooling breeze,
Fragile, yet yearning, against the freeze.
Your smile was my sun, warming my core,
Your voice, like autumn rain, I’d always adore.
But seasons shift, as they always do,
And the leaf, like my heart, faded its hue.
I held on tight as the winds turned cruel,
Clinging to love—a desperate fool.
But leaves are meant to fall, I suppose,
And you let go, like the last wilted rose.
Now I drift through November’s lonely air,
A leaf abandoned, weathered and bare.
Still, I ache for the branch I called home,
Though to you, I was just a breeze passing by alone."
- Lucky
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