"summer!" he called out and glared.
i went to him and helped him stand up.
"thank you," he said. "what are you
doing here?" he added.
i shrugged, "oh well just walking around
when i see you then i hide when you trip
over, watching. that was epic!"
he touched my hair then messed it up,
i slapped his hand and told him to stop.
i laugh and he did too, sarcastically
and by that moment i pick up my phone
and took a picture of him secretly.
YOU ARE READING
Summer
Poetry"summer, winter, spring, and fall. i love summer most of all." { poetry || short story - written in english }
