December
The Christmas time, for love and laugh;
Wearing red, they couldn’t stop;
Moves of Asher, they dance wrong;
They even sang unwanted song.
The Christmas time, for blue and green;
They held hand, like strong team;
Behind the smiles, the place they’re in;
Surging smell of medicines.
It was okay, he will be fine;
She thought about the fate’s design;
He would get well, he need to;
Even giving her own life, she would do.
Night of twenty-four, he rested;
Sleeping for a while, she kissed his head;
“Goodnight babe” his voice was weak;
She smiled and wiped the tears that leaked.
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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...
