I work all day all night for you,
With false heartbeat skipped within my heart,
But that all ended within a month,
When we shall again dumbly part.
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Within the month of labor day,
We crossed paths of each others ways,
So happy that I could just see your face,
I could just hope that you feel the same..
YOU ARE READING
The year I've spent with you.
PoesíaRoses are red, Violets are blue, Seasons change, so do you.
