November nights, city lights

Remember kisses stolen in the pouring rain
you and I walking hand in hand again
When this lost boy would dance, between the sights
living, alive, those London heights

Remember the way we talked, eyes never dropped
hours would pass and we never stopped
when the lost boy found a voice, under the city lights
on those damp, cold November nights

Remember you said you loved me
moments before you ran into his arms, left me all at sea
remember those tears cried, the cold sting that bites
when my feelings died, on those cloudy London flights

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.