PST (poem)

We we're so in love with each other,
That on the 29th day of November,
I've decided to accept you as my lover,
And started to dream of happy every after.

Then December came as cold as winter,
But I didn't even bother,
Because I know we're getting stronger,
That even pain can't be found nowhere.

Waking up on New Year,
You told me you'll love me like ever,
And we'll be together
'Til we get older and older.

But one night, I found myself in a corner,
Crying over and over
Knowing that you've found another,
Then I say never say never.

But you broke your promised forever
By saying you love her,
And now it's giving me a fever
Oh, a heartache rather.