March;
such a dreary, rainy month,
not quite winter, not quite spring, but somewhere awkwardly in between.
A warm yet shivery month,
such a confusing little thing, it makes absolutely no sense to me.
One of the worst months,
a ghost of happy things, a reminder of something quite sad indeed.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
