March
She then remembered the man’s name;
The eyes that marked his laughing sane;
A man who held what’s right or wrong;
The man who played a hurtful song.
She knew the man in the door;
The one who always ask for more;
He pushed June through open core;
In stair, in class and in any floor.
Those warm brown eyes alarmed her;
That the prey had been trapped with predator;
The fright she felt made her weaker;
Silently, she kept repeating a prayer.
What happened next was hard to decipher;
That the brown eyed guy stared in her feet;
and what worse was he sat beside her;
He smiled and scooped the little white kit.
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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...
