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November Boys
Each year I'd meet a new boy.
I'd meet them around the same time of year I met the last.
He'd woo me with his kind words and empty promises.
Me falling for them each time.
I never learned.
I never learned that I should stay away from them.
The boys I met in November.
The boys I met in November.
Had such a beautiful ways to spin lies.
Lies that would eventually leave me with nothing but regret and self hatred.
No matter how hurt I got, or how broken down I felt.
I still longed for the boys I met in November.
I'd meet them around the same time of year I met the last.
He'd woo me with his kind words and empty promises.
Me falling for them each time.
I never learned.
I never learned that I should stay away from them.
The boys I met in November.
The boys I met in November.
Had such a beautiful ways to spin lies.
Lies that would eventually leave me with nothing but regret and self hatred.
No matter how hurt I got, or how broken down I felt.
I still longed for the boys I met in November.
Published 10th Jan 2015
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10th Jan 2015 10:47am
This is very common,sincerity's scarce these days. The fear of lies can make us turn cold,being open to propositions can make us vunerable to lies. Sometimes it's very difficult to trust anybody but we just have to trust somebody and hope he or she won't let us down. I enjoyed this poison,nice write.
11th Jan 2015 4:55am
a damsel in distress who breaks her own heart.
Spring is right around the corner...
Spring is right around the corner...
