The bell rings
And my heart soars
It's the sound of my heartbeat
The smell of the sweet pollen on the warm breeze
The humming of the bountiful bees in the morning wake
I'm awaken to the familiar feeling
And you whisper it first,
"It's summer time. School's out."
Seniors have gone and flew away
Juniors stay ready to do the same
Sophomores wait, watch, and dream
While Freshman start their new journey, begin
Through my glasses, I wait patiently
Listening to the words
that my mother told me second,
"I'm here and I'll always love you."
What I say goes next year
I'm almost on my own
But I'll wait those two years patiently
I won't rely on conditional love
Or be thrown off my path with conflicted love either
I'll keep treading forward courageously
Using my weapons of destruction
and clearing everything in my path
just like a wrecking ball
She screamed it last,
"It's summer time!"
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Mirror in Front of Me
Poetry" You stand there, as life less as a doll, as still as the night, watching me with, those sorrowful eyes,"- From the poem, And you whisper... "Mirror in Front of Me" is a collection of poetry where I am able to express myself figuratively where sim...
