the month of may,
as the palm trees sway with the wind
the sun shining off it's rays
a good day, he says.
same old routine,
watch her far from a distance
adore her like a queen
but heartbreak comes within.
she is happy, she is
not with him, but with another man
tears ran down his face just like how he run
but he figured, he did.
he preferred to stay away
for the one he love,
a moment so sappy
just to make her happy.
stood up like a man
he made a choice
whispered those eight letters one last time
"I love you, I promise to myself, I'll be fine."
