Nov 2, 2014
Sweet November
It’s November. Saturday night and here I am reminded of a time that will never return. Maybe it was never true. I remember the good times, now sound falsehood. The happiness faded, withered. But the tears still rolling this face.
The saddest thing is knowing that all the love, all the love, all dispensed fact, was dismissed as made of Styrofoam. All in vain …
And the saddest thing is knowing that you never saw me. Did not know me as I am. Neither the course you saw, let alone the secret, the good side of me that even I do not know.
It’s Saturday night and all I want is to fall in love more this November. Come November, and is sweet. My true love back, because I’m tired of waiting.