Cold breeze enfolding us in midsummer,
flowers wither, and the atmosphere is dull
The sky is dark- stars are nowhere to be found
But a leap of faith still lingers on your eyes.
Midsummer is all we've known
Between Scylla and Charybdis, we're torn
As one is ready to jump the fall,
While the other is hesitant to take it all
I've lost you once
As I laid my eyes on the shore,
-rough, plain, pretentious
Foolish enough to missed,
the comfort, and calmness
offered by the sea
I often thought that love was red
-stern, mad, exciting
Until you made those mirage disappeared.
Love isn't red, it was blue-admiring
It was every rest after fights,
It was the calm sensation at nights
Love isn't weak, but love doesn't spite.
I let you slipped again,
Not strong enough to held you in my hand,
For I laid my eyes on the deepest part of the ocean,
-uncertain, perilous and insecure.
Foolish again to missed
the peacefulness and serendipity
Offered by the sky.
I used to believed that love was only blue,
comfort, serenity and calmness
Only to find out, it's also white all along
-pure, innocent, elegant
Yet love isn't just blue and white
It was your every laugh at my jokes,
Every song you sing,
In every dreams you made,
And it was your assurance every time I doubt.
Love exist between the spaces of every word you said,
And even in the smallest of things
Love is there in every prayers.
Love is forgiveness and letting go.
Midsummer will end,
Just like the love we shared
But the memories will haunt us forever
Midsummer slipped in our hands,
Just how fast it would take the sand
But it will never be bland.

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Summer Untold
PoetryA collection of unsent poetries/ letters. Based on Author's rollercoaster love experience.