December was hell, the worst month ever
if god was playing a trick it wasn't to clever
a month were heartache and sickness did dwell
a dark black hole in which I had fell
in there I thought I would stay but I found a little white light to guide my way
in you I found a way to stay sane
you are the one who took away the pain
to try and forget all the bad things that happened that month is going to be tough
but if your by my side it won't be so rough
what I think I am trying to say is that u are my angel with no halo or wings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem