My shins and feet and thighs and back and shoulders and face and head
All scalded by the sun and it's rays
The UV penetrating the pores of my flesh
And delving deep to turn me red
And pain me into putting on more cream
The next time I step outside.
I think of the day I have had;
It was brilliant, exciting, new.
But I wish
That I had put on the suncream
To prevent the burn
That is aching my body.
I will regret it more tomorrow.
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poems of june
Poetry•Welcome, June. But first, coffee.• The poems will vary from "Tumblr poetry" to free verse to rhymed to anything that I think of at the moment. Happy June! (All of these poems are first drafts, but votes and constructive criticism are ALWAYS appreci...
