May
The memory of past was still clear;
From July’s game with rules as king;
To the punishing that’s full of fear;
Then start of war that’s terrifying.
July held her hand as they walked;
Enjoying time of their summer talks;
He’s been the sweetest ever existing;
But her heart as days passed kept breaking.
Her dream shouted for another month;
The one that saved her in the dark;
Each night its name was all it haunt;
That it seemed looking for a spark.
She couldn’t hurt the brownest eyes;
And knew she’s worsening her lies;
They kept walking, feet in sands;
As her eyes found where green eyed stands.
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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...
