The 12th of November
Written for the writing class I mentioned in my last post, for the prompt “November”:
I've been here a year
It's perfectly clear
This is not my best form
Boxes are stacked like I'm an old privateer
Searching for ports in a storm
Outside my window snow falls down
Turning the world to white
As I listen to Red
On the 12th of November
The Princess of Pop found her freedom
After thirteen years of hell
Sometimes we all need a brand new start
This I know all too well
Outside my window snow falls down
Covering all of my sins
As I listen to Red
On the 12th of November
I've made mistakes in my time
I cannot call me clean
Though every song that I hear on this radio is
Suddenly speaking to me
Outside my window snow falls down
I keep turning the volume up
As I listen to Red
On the 12th of November