In New England, they say the people
Are a sweet as salt
And as warm as the winters
But what they didn't tell me is
How quickly the season's change
Because there I was finding summer
In your tan face
As sunshine was emitted
From your brown eyes
And heat radiated from what I thought
Was your heart
You gave me dandelions
But I thought they were roses
As I reached a fever pitch
The leaves started to change
But I followed you, my sweet summer
The gentle waves of your laughter
Warmed the sandy shores of your lips
I struggled with your wild waves
Blaming it on my own inexperience
The sky filled with snow flakes
As the hurricane heaves itself
On to the land
Your lips delivered the coldest
Most crippling blow to my sunburned face
As the skin peeled
Leaving me more exposed than ever
My knees scraped against the snow banks
Leaving a trail of maroon tears behind
Hypothermia wrapped me in
It's nurturing embrace
It watched as I packed my memories
Into a suitcase
That I'll use as a raft
When your warm waves melt the frost
In New England, they say the people
Are as sweet as salt
And as warm as the winters
But they never warn you about
How easy beautiful and cruel the summers are
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Forever Love Sick
Short StorySometimes they drive us crazy and sometimes they make us hazy. These short stories are all about those moments.
