October Turns November
Wherever the coldness and the stillness survives
That which precipitates to tell you that moisture has a better face
The sweating and the sneezing all tomorrow’s taste
And when erupts the numbness of another truth that looks so deceptive
Of a thing called infidelity
Then a storm runs through the January streets
To tell me it’s even dark to think too deep
And then this jealous impulse that swerves in the heart
Becomes a heartbeat……..
And then I realize that the promise I made was false
You were always true,
The falsified fact I told you
That you, my sweetheart are my heart
But it’s in actuality,
Green-eyed perceptions that in my heart dart….
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