This is the 4th month of the year,
And April fools is near,
I remember your lie in April..
And I believed you still,
.
I loved you like no other,
I thought we could be together,
But I guess I was naive,
To be have been deceived.
YOU ARE READING
The year I've spent with you.
PoetryRoses are red, Violets are blue, Seasons change, so do you.
