manuel of la brea

17

good november

dark clouds parted, free from fleas
when i suddenly hear your voice.
somehow i knew that it supersedes
the pitfalls i made when i had no choice.

it was dark; it could break my bones.
so i woke up to change my life.
felt so angry, like i was doomed,
then you saved me from chaos and strife.

never knew i could see light in trouble,
never knew you had such power,
never knew comfort could be this subtle,
never knew it would be good november.