THERE WILL BE NO MIRACLES HERE.
I think I''ll be needing one.
What happened to you? Where are you? I love you. I'm missing in the clouds of who you are.
I've known you for a long time,
you've always seen me through.
How come I say 'I'm fine",
while bleading 'cause of you?
I've know you for an age.
I've always been there, too
How come I skip the page
with picture of new you?
It has been a millennium:
through time and space, and love.
Why do I write compendium
of what I can't speak of?
I've known you and I've cared
For too long to remember
What should we understand
About this stale November.