All i know is
November yearns,
December cries,
January burns,
February
hate guys.
march learned,
and April fools me
to hair dye.
May hold the grief,
and June learn to hold its tears
to cry.
Boring july
Decided to burn
all your lies.
and august
teach the heart,
Good riddance
September learn to let go
But
here we have October.
we’re always missing,
on October
Don’t we?
I just remembered
thats the month i first called you
my lover
But
Anyways
I almost forgot
November,
was your birthday
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC
All i know is
November yearns,
December cries,
January burns,
February
hate guys.
march learned,
and April fools me
to hair dye.
May hold the grief,
and June learn to hold its tears
to cry.
Boring july
Decided to burn
all your lies.
and august
teach the heart,
Good riddance
September learn to let go
But
here we have October.
we’re always missing,
on October
Don’t we?
I just remembered
thats the month i first called you
my lover
But
Anyways
I almost forgot
November,
was your birthday
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