January
February
March
April . . .
April,
I saw her today,
and she blew me away.
Whenever I see her
my chest gets a little hot.
I think I might die.
May
June
July
August then September . . .
I should have taken that
chance to love her.
Though I have said to hate,
my heart had to cover that lie.
October,
November
December.
She knew I had those feelings,
I was taken by surprise
in April, by April.
