Sweet November

It's been Five months,

how nice to see your face tonight.

I'm doing just fine.

Yes, I can tell there's something on your mind.

"My girl and I, don't see eye to eye."

The city is loud outside,

the lights are bright. 

And in your room,

November of 2013 again.

Every time feels like the first time.

You love her,

but you love this feeling.

Lost, traveling to a place only we know.

Morning Sun,

Morning Love,

Goodbye Kiss.

You have to stay, and I,

have to go. Xox