June in April
Her name is June, this is her story in AprilShe met a man, named Bruce
Only to let him left some bruises
Leaving a brand new scars, adding to some old still bleed one
Strange she did not cry now
Maybe there are no tears left
Maybe now she knows cry won’t take her anywhere
So June will keep on falling
in love
out of love
in another month
or another year
She does not care whether she'll be hurt
Because she has been hurt
Yet still alive
That's what matter, isn't it?
to be alive
and be able feel
*a break from a day full of deadlines*
Feel free to share another story, from another name in another month
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Good poem
For June its too
Hot in our Country.
In June.
MAY.
M. For /Memoreies.
A. For /Along.
Y. For/You.
This is for May.
I do not have the brain to make a poem right now... I need my breakfast first.
I know you're only joking. By the way, Bruce was my bf, so June is my disguise
There is time in each day... each month... each year.
For friends to meet... to talk... to listen and to care.
Friends... the right friends... may be family... or may be strangers at first.
Each life should have a circle of friends to support and to be supported by ... to love and to be loved by ... to lean towards each other so no one will fall.
Form a circle... open your arms... or fall into mine.
No name... no month... just seasons and friends.
thanks for stopping by, and thank you for the hug
You're welcome... and thank you as well.
she found her 'Romeo' in June,
they fell in love in October,
spending time together in winter of December,
reunited in March,
come what May.
Lachi,
I know this story