March
During March
Someone comes in my life
To convey their love to me
They treat you kindly
As if you matter the most
Above than anything
They slowly be gone
Their interest turned off
Just like disposal item
For single use to be thrown
Here's me in my own paranoia
Towards March
Bring me new thing
That I don't welcome in
QxD
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unspoken.heart |poetry|
PoesíaUnsettle mind will throw here into poems. Warning, English is not my mother tongue. Grammatical error is ahead dont cringe.
