February
Her face raised and met the green eyed;
Staring at her with so much sympathize;
The darkness around and the light in him;
An angel in blessing; he could have been.
He bent his knees as he faced her;
The lips thinned that was so bitter;
The rage was clear as she sobbed;
Scared and terrified for another robbed.
The green eye studied her state;
Then looked with pity, worry and care;
His face softened as he took a breath;
Then smiled at the little poor brunette.
His hand raised then touched her cheek;
A graceful move that made her weak;
She just stared, still in fear;
That the man in front would crash her gear.
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Plain June - Editing
PoetryThey call her June; Was born in Month, A bit of weird, And was always smart. They call her June; A girl of plain, Unflavored life, And boring game. They call her June; A serious nerd, Who always wear Glasses for blurred. They call her June; And laug...
