No shadow. No stars. No moon. No cars. November. It only believes. In a pile of dead leaves. And a moon. That's the color of bone No prayers for November. To linger longer. Stick your spoon
My life has changed - on a day in november. - I've learned so many things about myself -. But sometimes I'm sad - on a day in november. - cos I feel with all my friends - who were left. Behind
