
mid-november and I’m at your door,
longing for your warmth,
to flannel me from this cold.
but, to my dismay, no one answered.
your love burns for someone new,
and I shouldn’t have took the risk
to flame the love we had before.
— joannachse
romanticizing my life through poetry.

mid-november and I’m at your door,
longing for your warmth,
to flannel me from this cold.
but, to my dismay, no one answered.
your love burns for someone new,
and I shouldn’t have took the risk
to flame the love we had before.
— joannachse