November

The harsh cold

Makes me hold myself.

For it seems no-one else will.

I pull down the blinds

On the outside

But still

Through the tiny gaps

I feel the pain

For nothing is ever truly locked away

The lights may be dimmed

But I still see clearly

What I cannot do

Like a bird without wings

I fall

Like a heart without a soul

As if I did not know love at all

Without you

I am a spark

That can only ignite more lies

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