of the month, February
She has a memory
every time she remembers,
she feels sorry
For the love that turned into anger and fight ,
the laugh that turned into tears and cries,
the trust that turned into pain and scars
The month of love, they say
but she lost one that day
The mistake she never meant to make
the risk she never ready to take
Days go by
People change
Everything change
But her memory of February remains the same
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