February
A fool I may be,
I open my heart to let you see,
Every door that I kept hidden,
For no one to see even the deep secrets that make me,
It brought you thrill a mystery rush,
That you had to touch,
It soon turn into lust deeper each conversation we discuss,
Time was endless as morning rose,
Soon days felt like weeks as months where years,
Seven months are friendship grew,
who knew it would end so soon,
you were the first to ever travel my mind,
see what's inside this world of my mine,
first to be my friend I wish it never end,
A fool I may be,
I should've never let you see,
Now I'm here in February with a rose,
A year so close.
written: 3/6/2015
edit: 10/17/2015
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