Wild Cold Of Novemeber Poem by Alex Rodriguez

Ever since you died
i like to walk around
where there's sunshine
without my tears
in the wild cold
of novemeber,

AH! that lovely
light blue sky
with butterflies
floating around
the hurt and the pain
stood quietly beside
it's somewhere
i can tell
true lies;

can you see
the smile on my face?
while i smoke
a cigarette
while i think
of you
when the clouds
embrace the crispt of night

Ever since you died
i've lost myself
in the wild cold
of novemeber.