Neverending summer nights
WHere the sun sets south
I know i'll get grass in my hair but I lie in it anyways
because no carpet compares to a cut lawn.
Sticky air like overcooked rice
A thirst that iced tea was made to remedy
cicadas burn like cigarettes
with fireflies as their lights
mosquitoes are evil surgeons threatening nonlethal injection
still i sunbathe in a bikini.
Basking in baby dandelions
The aspen trees billiow.
Their melody is silent.
The clouds are lovely lyrics.
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An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
