interlude of love, november, sadness, happiness, frustration, 19.
- natashamisra1
- Dec 5, 2023
- 1 min read
i’ve tried so hard to
write this poem,
to show my love,
to keep my promises.
the words haven’t
come to me.
i asked the stars.
i’ve only one
thing left to say;
would you listen to me say it?
november ends with mellowness.
i am intentional with my love.
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