((Hey hey hey it's your shitty excuse for a person again. This one... Isn't what the title makes it seem like, as I actually hate summer. What a great metaphor. Anyway, let's get on with the poem.))
You've only known her for a week,
But it feels like eternity.
You know what they say,
Summer makes the days grow longer.
She's warm and cool,
And changing gracefully.
She's dancing in at midnight,
She's going for a walk at noon.
She's sweet and cute,
She's wild and unpredictable.
She's a ballroom,
She's a punk rock band.
She'll take you or leave you,
She'll make you and break you.
She'll take your heart on a rollercoaster,
She'll throw you for a Ferris wheel.
She makes your stomach churn,
And feel exactly like butterflies.
She's gorgeous,
And red and yellow and blue and purple.
She's summer.
She'll stick around,
Then leave you.
She's her.
((That one was kinda shit but a more in-love type poem about a certain girl. It sounded cute in my head, alright. Anyway I was listening to Cecilia and the Satellite by Andrew Mahon In The Wilderness while I wrote this one. Ttfn -Whatismacie))
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PoetryA collection of poems, by none other than your awful-excuse-of-a-person-author. I hope you enjoy! ((PSA/ They will be marked with a Trigger Warning if needed, so don't worry about that)) (future psa/ I hate this entire book sm you have no idea
