Oh November,
You arrived silently.
I have thought about your arrival for days.
I'm lying - for weeks, or even months.
I love you.
I love the cold morning air,
the comfort of the warm quilts late at night,
the smell of the chimneys way up high,
or the leaves falling down from all the trees on my way home.
But what I love the most is that you're here,
and as soon as I say goodbye to October each year,
I see candle lights and happy people, and I think happy thoughts
3 days
3 days is all I have left of my seventeens.
And I'm not getting them back.





