December
She turned around, heart thumping;
The blue met the eyes of green;
His hand caressed her wet cheeks;
“I’ve missed you”, his voice was sick.
She shook her head, and hugged him;
So tight from fright of losing him;
He was there, hugging her;
In the cold night of December.
So the hand of time decided;
It should be right, not one sided;
Walking home, they held hands;
A fate or must be destiny’s plan.
And suddenly, they stopped walking;
The green eyed guy, hardly breathing;
He looked into her eyes, worrying as he asked;
“Would you be with me this Christmas?”
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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...
