I was born in the month of JANUARY
One boy confess in me during FEBRUARY
He courted me until MARCH
We become lovers in the end of APRIL
We celebrate our monthsarry during MAY
We become busy during the month of JUNE
I break up with him in the middle of JULY
He begged in me when AUGUST come
"You deserve better, move on" its already SEPTEMBER
You choose to hate me until OCTOBER
My cancer is stage four when its come to NOVEMBER
I died during last day of DECEMBER
I'm sorry love
If I choose to break your heart
All I want, is you to be happy
I want you to build happy memories
To the girl who will love you forever
To the girl who have no cancer.
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POETRY
PoetryPoetry is an art A voice of a broken heart An eyes of a blinded truth A light in a dark justice A key for a true happiness And one of a beautiful piece, From a great pen bleeders.
