September
A year ago, he gave her up;
Everything stopped, even his laugh;
Going to college, he’ll start again;
A sad life without his maiden.
A University as they call;
He’ll ruin and make some fall;
Palm twitches for another fight;
Another kingdom where his rule was right.
Walking through room two-three-two;
He bumped a little girl too;
With pony tail, her skin was pale;
But the glare could kill even a whale.
He smiled at her for the first time;
A college girl in the same rhyme;
But the snappy chick pushed him away;
As her ID fell, with the name, “May”
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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...
