It's not that I hate the
Month of February
Okay, so maybe let's put it
That way.
For some reason, you suddenly
Stopped talking to me
I kept asking myself
Did I do something that
Made him upset?
Did I make a mistake?
One thing's for sure though
You may say you're not
But you're also a human
You were fed up
With all of my crap
You also get tired and frustrated.
YOU ARE READING
Pastel Yellow
PoetryI'm not so sure How are you able to see Through those thick-rimmed Glasses of yours To think that someone like Is pretty enough To be yours. What have I done For the Great King to Give me the most precious Reward I could ever acquire. ...
