Frivolous February



Every month with 28 days
Feels like it's out to
Get me.
Help is what I need but
It never happens to come.
Just in time, the pain hacks swiftly;
Kneeling in favor, still I'm cut.
Lovers' love is ripped asunder.
More than hearts are stomped upon.
No more smiles,
Only the month
Porous February drones on.
Questions never get their answers, while the
Ringing in my ears
Increase in volume

Notch by notch


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