I Hate The Month May .

By: J.Keopraseurt 

Even if I tried forgetting, the May sun reminds me of you,

And what meant everything to me is another month to you,

Soon it will be June.

I erased all your photos, but kept our memories,

And hoped you come back soon.

I hate the month May.

Even if I tried forgetting, the souvenirs I once cherished all become objects on my floor.

And soon it will be June.

So come what May,

But I hate the month May,

Yet, I’ll always love you.