In a warm october that left me freezing,
I longed for comfort, I wished some settling.
The more I struggled, the more it waged
Not the body, some heart it caged.
A place that held her all through the way,
Seconds a graveyard, though now was May.
And belongs to dreary is the role I slay
For all that's humorous is how many I lay.

© LittledidIknow