Oh my clr red,
Every month u make me bleed,
when I lose you thread by thread.
you look like pain,
All I do is complain,
Of why am I chosen, I ask God to explain.
But to him u r a season of luv,
when he showers me with all d care in d world,
Even when I show tantrums to him to make him shove.
Ohhh how lucky I am,
God has sent d most btfl soul for me,
All I pray is for him too nvr leave me.
Mr.Red ILYSM,
With pain u gimme such sweet luv,
For d whole month I fly like a dove filled with enchanting luv
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