March
The month of March was killing her;
For all the pain was always there;
She closed her book then raised her head;
Then saw the reason of her death.
He laughed so loud at what they said;
Then snaked his arm in waist of red;
The girl smiled and blushed like rose;
And March eyes was full imposed.
June closed her eyes in pain;
As she recalled the hurt that stained;
She was played in green eyed game;
That left her broken in the lane.
The laughing stock, what he became;
A normal thing, just like the same;
The fraud act that green eyed showed;
Took the limelight as she strode.
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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...
