Anniversary

It is coming

 

It is coming

 

It is coming.

 

September 13th.

 

I loved them both.

 

Both are gone.

 

Please don’t leave me,

 

The one I love.

 

September 13th. 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

xxxh

1 year ago

september 13 is my birthday and also the day my mother died i truly hate this day with everything in me.

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