May is coming
Flowers were blooming and big changes coming
By June you would be free
But May took you away fom us
Away from me
"I'll be back in two years"
thats what you told me
"I'll be famous by then"
Do you know time is runing out?
No
You're gone for good
As spring returns I remeber everything
I remember you and your energy
It wasn't there when I saw you for the last time
The last time
May is coming
You aren't
This poem is about:
Me
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