Maybe in November we'll be forever
We'll dance through our lives
Hand in hand
Over and over again we'll spin
But then my dreams have got the best of me
They tell me "this is what you get"
Once my world falls apart and my dreams subside they yell to me
"Karma!"
But what have I done for your dance to be put at a halt a screeching stop
This isn't my fault
No this isn't my fault
But maybe in November they'll play the music again and we'll dance
Hand in hand
YOU ARE READING
Maybe Next May
Poetrya bunch of random poems that I'll write in order to vent or just to write for the hell of it
