The month that either passes in a blur
Or moves on so slowly
Nothing exciting happening
Only one holiday
St. Patrick's Day
But who cares all that much anyway?
If they're pinched or not
I'm always hurt in one way or another
Regardless of if I wear green
Isn't it just so sublime?
There's nothing spectacular
It just causes my head to hurt
I just have to march my way through March
One day at a time
The days drag on
Nothing happens
It's dull from emptiness
Spring nearly here
But a month blocking the new season
A few important people to me
Born in the filler void between seasons
One long and gone moved
Leaving me to miss our memories
This month doesn't seem to exist
February seems to skip to April
My life still moves on
Unaffected from the non-existing changes
It doesn't seem to move anything in my mind
Because I'll only think of the friend I lost by distance
So, I ignore the month and life just keeps going
Almost as if I dreamed it all up
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Painful Words
Poetry*One moment he was my life The next he wasn't even part of it* This is a collection of poetry I've written that is ongoing. From friendships to heartbreak, it deals with many different topics.
