Your first day stroke me with a bad dream.
A cyclic dream that symbolizes of my sleepless nights.
It's already 3:00 am and still can't fall asleep.
You left me with nothing to count, as you took all my sheep.
Before you came, I talk alot to July and said that I've always wanted to skip you and runaway.
But since June, genie went on a holiday.
What to do, what can I do when I know you're already here.
Please don't get mad when I say that you're the month that breaks my heart into pieces.
Whenever I ask you to let the two people dear to me give me warm hugs and kisses.
What to say, what can I say when I know you will strike my eyes with your arrows.
Tears fall and crawl as I feel my sorrows.
Though you're obviously mean to me --still,you let me lick an ice cream to give me a hyped.
Then make my brain freeze for 20 seconds and let me somehow forget a bad dream.
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