February is leaving
without a warning.
And I'm not ready to move on,
to welcome spring
and all the pain it brings with it.
My shaking hands
can't skip the page,
end the chapter
and await the uncertainty of the future.
Time passes too fast,
and I'm just an expectant
who doesn't know how to contribute to life.
February is leaving,
only the second month
but still I would get on my knees
and beg for January to come,
have a new restart.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 3:22 PM UTC
February is leaving
without a warning.
And I'm not ready to move on,
to welcome spring
and all the pain it brings with it.
My shaking hands
can't skip the page,
end the chapter
and await the uncertainty of the future.
Time passes too fast,
and I'm just an expectant
who doesn't know how to contribute to life.
February is leaving,
only the second month
but still I would get on my knees
and beg for January to come,
have a new restart.
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