December
Time is short, you should know;
Learn to love as you grow;
Cause sometimes, between the breathes;
One world fell from destiny’s hit.
She waited for him to wake up;
As time never seemed to stop;
Twenty fifth, she held his hand;
How would she live without this man?
The line strengthened, his pulse halted;
She stopped breathing, she felt defeated;
They didn’t win the destiny’s game;
He left her standing in surging pain.
She prayed deeply for another chance;
Oh Dear Lord, the fate’s in dance;
She closed her eyed not giving up;
And the sound of agony finally stopped.
She looked at him, not believing;
He was breathing, still living;
A “miracle” the doctors said;
But it’s a chance the fate lends.
She’s Plain June, was born in Month;
A bit of weird and was always smart;
She fell inlove and gave her heart;
To a green-eyed guy who’s name was March.
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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...
