April
"When Romeo killed himself for Juliet;
And Samson’s love caused his death;
It was as clear as bluest sky;
That love would only make you die."
The brownest eyes smiled at her;
As she spoke her deep despair;
Her hate in March was clear as thee;
That ire in her couldn't be free.
His hands raised and wiped her tears;
She stared at him, lips trembling;
He hugged her tight and mouth in ear;
As he said the words so promising.
"If you think of love as terrifying;
If you think of it as a misery;
I will let you know that It's a thing;
That made me see, there's you and me."
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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...
