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maria Mar 4
I, no more
count years
in new year's eve,
I, count years
in birthdays,
your birthdays.
Not speaking for months,
then,
a happy birthday
and a new roller coaster
begins
Written on March 04, 2021
© ,Maria
The cold hands of January
grasp at February’s promise,
the warmth of March
always just out of reach.

You rub my shoulders,
kiss away the ache
as April continues her rain
over gentle, submissive May.

We sing the song of the whippoorwill,
its haunting anthem spilling
out across the valley floor
when June gives in to July

and August crowns the summer sky.
September will leave
when the colors bleed,
October betrayed by the coming frost.

What will you do
when November comes,
when ice and pain
move in to claim my breath?

Comfort me.
Smile with me.
Lie to me.
Tell me there is no December.
Abhishek kumar Dec 2020
Day and night
Night and day
Keep on going
It's just been two days

Count in weeks.
Why not months ?
Because it's been long....
Since we last talked
This is me trying to count,for how long we are continuously not talking
Past Nov 2020
Winter’s early months,
Carries a solemn sound,
Paired bitter fragrance,
Filled the vacant soul,
Think soley of biting frosts.

Winter’s middle months,
Assemble a bird’s tune,
Matching candied scents,
Known of lining mind,
Broods of woeful age.

Winter’s late months,
Carts a vivid air,
Coupled **** savored,
Divines the untold echo,
Fashions a taper edge.
Emilie Vang Oct 2020
Thank you January.
For starting a new year for me, because I realize how much mistakes I make in 365 days.
How many times I needed to be held accountable, but it’s okay.
Because a new year starts.

Oh February.
You make me realize how lonely I am.
All the love, flowers, and chocolates makes me sick to my stomach.
But even being filled with jealousy and envy.
It won’t come out.

Here comes March.
Oh how lovely you are.
The month that falls in with my aunts birthday, which is followed up with my moms the next day.
It went from a nine to a ten.
It makes me miss you, aunt.
But a new season comes.
Spring comes.

Oh how funny you are April.
You make so much jokes in the morning that are just so long over dew.
Although you make me laugh, the sky seems to cry with me as the raining season is over us.

May.
May the month go by quickly so summer vacation can start.
The month to celebrate four my dads birthday.
But I also can’t wait for the sun to glisten on my face and witness me bloom.
Oops, I mean everything bloom, but you know what I mean.
Hot girl summer right?

Here comes June.
You, June, the true sweet feeling of summer.
The dreadful humidity that hits us in broad day light,
But the one with the most beautiful sunsets and starry nights.
The days that will last forever in our hearts, but fly by like a rollercoaster.

Next up, July.
You make the colors pop in the sky as I watch them oh so carefully.
I wished you were right next to me.
As for time, please stop so slightly so I would be able to gazed up at you to capture this moment for the rest of my life.
Still, I somehow mix you up with June.
I wish it was June.
Don’t be offended though, because I’d still like one more month to spend doing nothing.

Well, well, well. If it isn’t August that decided to show up.
The month that makes everything start up again.
The end of summer. The end of my unforgettable summer.
Oh you disgust me.
Now I finally have to be productive again.

September.
You remind me of this September love song.
Despite the fact that I’ve never had a lover in September.
But I wouldn’t mind giving it a try.
Plus I get cold easily, so it’s an excuse to take your hoodie.

Spooky season. It’s October at your service, you said.
But your service isn’t welcomed.
Scary? I don’t do, but yet you’ll find me watching any horror movie.
It’s also the time of year where I can dress up to be everything that I’m not.

My everything November.
My birth month.
The month everyone’s life got better the moment I was born.
You are my favorite month, because you give me an excuse to be around my loved ones.

The jolly December has arrived.
Through the snow and cold, you can still feel our warmth and spirit.
You truly are something, December.
Yet December reminds me of you auntie, I miss you.
And you will continue to be apart of December for as long as I’m alive.

Forever, I am happy.
Because a new year will start again.
And again, I’ll be around the people I love and who loves me.
i intentionally used different spelling on some of the words that sound the same by the wayyy so please don’t come for me lol.
Natasha Aug 2020
I met you in September
When the leaves were just tempted to change
I met you in September
When the earth felt like autumn in the rain
I met you in September
3 months shy of my birthday
I met you in September
apart from headache or drama
I met you in September
listening to Frank, Kendrick and Lana.

I met you in September
and so I say it clear
I only met you in September
because it's my favourite month of the year.
I met someone, but not in September. It was actually in July 2 years ago.
Savio Fonseca Jul 2020
Last Night, I cried My Tears.
On this Pillow of Mine.
Remembering My Woman,
whose Virtues were Divine.
A Classy Woman,
with Mystical Powers.
She was the only Rose,
in My Garden of Flowers.
She walked in My Shoes,
to share all My Tears.
As the Months passed by,
so flew the Years.
How much I Miss,
this last Love of Mine.
I'm Drowning My Sorrows,
on a Bottle of Wine.
Danica Jun 2020
I am a cemetery
And all of your memories engraved
With your name, months and date
I am all that lavender and daisies
Waiting for clouds with heavy rains
As you left and ruin me like hurricanes
We are the cemetery
rose Apr 2020
why plan the days?
when days aren't considered days
without you

when days are too much,
count the weeks.
a slower paced and a
happier checkpoint.
weekends are my favorite
Nylee Mar 2020
Three months down now,
Everything is falling apart.
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