November Wordsworth

Left behind that that I had for you A luxe love Had it then lack in now.  As you counted the stars Lost the moon. Slowly, I slipped out of hand.  Like a wilting desert plant Endure the turbulence Think you got a second chance? That would be an absolute trance.

I hold pieces Fragments of what's left, Of what we had that is gone With a needle & a thread  I stitch it back together,  Broken patch to torn At the end of the day it's a heart Mutilated beyond repair Shove it behind the ribs May be someday Time will heal the deepest wounds.

Her fragile look obliterates me A feel of betrayal Whom could it have been?  With the perfume all over her.  Trembles in my hands Close to a purr, she whimpers Would've stroked her Though ain't of the ilk.  Like a déjà vu Adamantly again!  Done this time A twinkle in time.