By: Necy Vallecera
It has been four months from the very day that you left me,
But the pain kept alive from the day that you set me free.
Someday, somehow I pray and wish,
That you’ll disappear and vanish.
It has been four months since I cried a thousand times to
death,
But sorrows still dig deep within me taking away my breath.
I hope and beg one million times,
That you’ll be away a thousand miles.
It has been four months from the day you said goodbye,
But the word was stucked up like I want to die.
I long for the time that you’ll fade,
And cease the heartaches that you gave.
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