Janvier was a month of ending.
what an irony!
It came, we went
and that became the end,
to a love story.
February was a month of beginnings.
of tears and lies, shattered hopes and dreams
whoever thought such a month would be
the complete twist to a complete tragedy?
March was a match!
A complete setting of fire
to the rains of the heart and the reigns of pun.
just where did the malapropism set in?
April was a month of discovery.
to know indeed the loss of the heart and
the loss of affections…
a complete guide to the inner man.
the gigantic revealings of colossal failures
may it indeed never come again.
of missings and wishes,
of love birthed anew…of wants and needs discovered
a poetic justice to the year.
here and there
frivolous of heart yet
complete in its guide to the affectations of the heart.
and here comes August…